The Crown Of Uncreation
Hear you softly.
Growing lies cold as ice.
Treachery true to me.
Heinous child that here dies.
I lived and died with you.
Tears did fall when love was true.
Hold me now in blood and awe,
Hear my heart despise this world.
From the dark I came to live
And here I see what dies in me.
Has my soul been torn apart?
Or has it burnt to my rotting heart?
Far gone sun behold with me,
The sky's so dark and will always be.
Truth or lie, it matters not,
I hope one day the end will come.
"An awesome wind of despair suddenly ravished that once noble land.
Thorough incandescence desintegrated all those whom to the sky reserved eyes."
In the end few are left,
Hunger strikes from life to death.
Steal the poor and kill the rich,
Armageddon has its test.
For some years men will die,
Life will simply cry goodbye,
Then we'll kiss in ecstasy
And die for all the lies we've seen.
De Sombre Amour Et Souffrances
"Les cygnes de la nuit pleurent sous une ciel brumeuse et l'obscurité total de minuit. Et l'homme se presse pour vaincre la beauté d'inocence; la beauté de la vie. Donc l'homme ne sait pas ce qui l'attend. Une mer de peine et souffrance. Les quatre figures impitoyables montent l'un près de l'autre au sus des nuages orageux de destruction. Peut-être c'est temps pour que quelque autre prenne leur place dans le trône du monde. Peut-être le temps a atteint sa fin, sans la pitié d'une minute."
In Vain I Cry
I seek the unknown lands,
Aware that he is close
And though he steals my breath,
I'll make him die alone and cold.
I look up to the sky
And see the stars collide.
This is what we've become
And now it's time to die.
See the spirits leave their bodies,
See the end of time approaching.
Christ achieved his master plan,
To bring the envy to his hands
And though our lives are short,
They show us what we (all) live for:
Nothing at all my friend,
You have been fooled forever more.
I wear the wrath of God,
His army seeks my body
And as I run forsaken,
I fall beneath the sea of life.
The darkness shrouds my vision,
I hear not what is spoken.
A figure robed in hatred,
Holds my hand and flies away.
I dissolved inside a story;
A systematic mental change.
And as I set myself to worry,
I felt the tear drops fall as rain.
"Seeing the agony of the unborn burnt my heart in a well of fire.
An agony never felt before, which transformed itself in pure hatred."
I disguise the sky.
The darkened entrails befall upon these wasted lands;
A sign from the fallen one who seeks his freedom
And end all hypocrisy.
