[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cyr]
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"Cette douleur ineffable qu'est l'incision profonde,
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Ne represente desormais qu'une banale ecchymose
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Face a mon mal cerebral chaque jour croissant.
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Je pensais me vider de mes malheurs, de mes tourments,
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Mais chaque jour une cicatrice de plus se formait autour de mon c?ur,
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sans pour autant, m'apporter de reponse...
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Je n'ai pu combattre pour cet ideal, cette forteresse,
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J'ai perdu tout espoir face a ce grand edifice, empiriquement inaccessible...
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Jour apres jour, ma raison disparu, laissant place au desespoir,
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Et a la chute de l'empire pour lequel j'aurais tant voulu combattre.
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Je prefere mourir plutot que de voir cette societe
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Prendre la forme que j'ai toujours rejetee...
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Je n'ai d'autres solutions que celle de partir seul,
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volontairement esseule,
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Plutot que de rester ici bas, a me morfondre dans mon echec."
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[Translation]
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[Death before Dishonour]
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[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cyr]
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This ineffable pain -the deep incision-
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Now only represents a common wound
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Compared to my ever-growing brain damage
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I thought I would get emptied of my wretchedness and torments
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But each day a new scar appeared around my heart
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Yet without granting me any answer...
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I couldn't fight for this ideal, for this fortress,
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I lost all hope in front of this huge edifice, empirically unreachable...
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Day after day my reason was disappearing,
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Leaving room for despair
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And for the fall of the empire for which
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I would have so much liked to fight.
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I prefer to die instead of witnessing society
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Take the shape I had always rejected...
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I have no other solution than that of going away, voluntarily alone,
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Instead of staying down here, lamenting for my failure...
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[Translated from french by Aries]
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La Mort Avant Le Deshonneur
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Dark Sanctuary |