[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cyr]
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"Les flammes de ces bougies,
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Repercutant leurs visages
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sur ce mur inerte...
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Construction humaine
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Sur laquelle, Jadis,
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Fut projete du sang...
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Fut projete mon sang...
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O, Flammes Ancestrales
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Sans misere, ni sensibilite...
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Sans larmes, ni rires
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Mais pourtant si reelles"
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Puis ce sang, stagnant...
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Deroutant l'isthme
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De cet encephale errant,
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Perdu dans le neant...
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Mais qu'apporterait le neant,
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Si ce n'est une nouvelle vie,
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Face a cette entaille grandissante,
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Qu'est la fremissante mort humaine...
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Qu'est ce que la delivrance,
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Issue morbide et mystique,
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Laissant place au vide glacial,
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Et probablement a un precipice...
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Tel ce sang, stagnant... Fuyant la coherence,
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Divisant les sens, Perturbant l'ataraxie...
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[Translation]
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[Alone In Front of Nothingness]
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[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cyr]
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"The flames of these candles,
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Reflecting their faces
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On this inert wall...
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Human construction
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On which once
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Blood was thrown...
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On which my blood was thrown...
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Oh, ancestral flames
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Deprived of misery, or sensibility...
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Deprived of tears, or laughter...
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But yet so real . "
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And this stagnant blood...
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Sending astray the isthmus
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Of this wandering encephallus,
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Lost in nothingness...
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But what else would bring nothingness
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But a new life,
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In front of this increasing wound,
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Which the rustling human death is...
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What is deliverance,
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Morbid and mystical outlet,
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Leaving place for the icy void,
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And perhaps for a precipice...
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Like this stagnant blood...
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Fleeing from coherence,
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Dividing the senses,
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Disturbing ataraxia...
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[Translated from french by Aries]
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Seul, Face Au Sinistre
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| Dark Sanctuary |
