Des abimes profonds de tristesses

Au fond desquelles je suis eternellement plonge,

Je songe a mon suicide.



Sitting at the foot of the black winding tree, melancholy, alone on my

isle, lost in the ocean of tears, I'm crying while my heart is bleeding.



My glance is travelling and peering into the gloomy landscape of a souless land.

I wander continuosly in my kingdom populated with ghosts and shadows.



Je ne suis plus que l'ombre de moi-meme.



De profundis tristitia - Laudamus Te

De profundis tristitia - Glorificamus Te

De profundis tristitia - Adoramus Te

De profundis tristitia - Benedicimus Te



My land, deserted house of a people never creating, is the fruit of my

sick imagination. I have been living captive of my perverted mind since

the veil of bereavement fell on me.



Domine, exaudi orationem meam, et clamor meus ad te veniat.



De profundis tristitia

De profundis tristitia

De profundis tristitia

De profundis tristitia



Adveniat Regnum Tuum.