"Les flammes de ces bougies,

Rpercutant leurs visages

sur ce mur inerte...

Construction humaine

Sur laquelle, Jadis,

Fut projet du sang...

Fut projet mon sang...



, Flammes Ancestrales

Sans misre, ni sensibilit...

Sans larmes, ni rires

Mais pourtant si relles"



Puis ce sang, stagnant...

Droutant l'isthme

De cet encphale errant,

Perdu dans le nant...



Mais qu'apporterait le nant,

Si ce n'est une nouvelle vie,

Face cette entaille grandissante,

Qu'est la frmissante mort humaine...



Qu'est ce que la dlivrance,

Issue morbide et mystique,

Laissant place au vide glacial,

Et probablement un prcipice...



Tel ce sang, stagnant... Fuyant la cohrence,

Divisant les sens, Perturbant l'ataraxie...



[Translation]



[Alone In Front of Nothingness]



[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cr]



"The flames of these candles,

Reflecting their faces

On this inert wall...

Human construction

On which once

Blood was thrown...

On which my blood was thrown...



Oh, ancestral flames

Deprived of misery, or sensibility...

Deprived of tears, or laughter...

But yet so real . "



And this stagnant blood...

Sending astray the isthmus

Of this wandering encephallus,

Lost in nothingness...



But what else would bring nothingness

But a new life,

In front of this increasing wound,

Which the rustling human death is...



What is deliverance,

Morbid and mystical outlet,

Leaving place for the icy void,

And perhaps for a precipice...



Like this stagnant blood...

Fleeing from coherence,

Dividing the senses,

Disturbing ataraxia...