[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cyr]
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Au-dela de toute tristesse
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De tout mepris...
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La douleur ineffable,
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Qu'est la melancolie...
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Rampe dans le c?ur des mortels...
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Des survivants de l'oubli...
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Traverse l'ame blessee,
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Mortifiee par la foi...
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Telle une lame affilee,
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Goutant la chair trahie...
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C'est de ce fruit qu'il gouta,
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...Dont il apprecia la chair...
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Et ce sont les esprits hantes,
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Qui rodent desormais...
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Aupres d'une ame usee,
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Partant a la derive...
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Rejoignant les trepasses,
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Les immortels assoiffes...
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D'une trop longue attente...
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D'une si grande mesentente...
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D'un si grand mepris de leur dieu...
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Qui les regarde moisir...
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Desirant regner sans entrailles,
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Ni visceres...
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Le Mortel regrette son avenement
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Se venge grace a la mort...
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Au-dela de toute realite
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Ephemere...
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[Translation]
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[Deep Sadness]
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[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cyr]
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Beyond any sadness
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Any scorn...
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The ineffable pain,
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Which melancholy is...
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Creeps in the heart of mortals...
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Of those who outlived oblivion...
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Passes across the hurted soul,
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Mortified by faith...
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As a sharp blade
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Tasting betrayed flesh...
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He tasted this fruit...
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And enjoyed its flesh...
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And now the haunted spirits
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Are prowling around...
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Around an exhausted soul,
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That is fading away...
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Rejoining those passed,
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The thirsty immortals...
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Who have been waiting for too long...
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Who have been so much misunderstood...
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So much despised by their god...
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Who watches them rot...
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Wanting to reign without entrails,
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Nor viscera...
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The mortal regrets his advent,
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Has his revenge through death...
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Beyond any ephemeral reality...
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[Translated from french by Aries]
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Profondeur De L'ame
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| Dark Sanctuary |
