Les crises de l'âme

Crisis of soul



Succumbing to the eternal grief of sorrow

Mangle my plaintive cries

With shattered torments

I shan't modify your life's faith



Banish our endless sadness

Combustion's drying tears

Oh God, please try to help me

My soul is lost... disaggregate



Crisis of soul

Weakness of the brave



In a mortal silence

I emerge beyond my inner mirror

In a pure wounded harmony

Death keeps shelter over me



My blind eyes recognize

The sweetness of the sun light

Only one hope remains

In sickness to welcome you



Crisis of soul

The all lost souls' day



In a mortal silence

I emerge beyond my inner mirror

In a pure wounded harmony

Death keeps shelter over me



Crisis of soul

Would-be hypochondre

Crisis of soul

Infinite tragedy

Crisis of soul

Would-be hypochondre

Crisis of soul

Absolute mockery



Les crises de l'âme



Hour of vengeance

Arrives on humanity's reign

Beneath the lying down corpses

I'm walking on the asphalt-vicotory's streets



My wish is to live

In this dream which evades me... intoxicate

But my heart is bleeding

For those comrades who died for our cause



Les crises de l'âme

Dead star Misanthrope, wandering and dispossed of everything