[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre CÃÆ'¿r]



Au-delÃÆ'  de toute tristesse

De tout mÃÆ'©pris...



La douleur ineffable, 

Qu'est la mÃÆ'©lancolie...

Rampe dans le c?ur des mortels...

Des survivants de l'oubli...



Traverse l'ÃÆ'¢me blessÃÆ'©e, 

MortifiÃÆ'©e par la foi...

Telle une lame affilÃÆ'©e,

GoÃÆ'»tant la chair trahie...



C'est de ce fruit qu'il goÃÆ'»ta, 

...Dont il apprÃÆ'©cia la chair...



Et ce sont les esprits hantÃÆ'©s, 

Qui rÃÆ'´dent dÃÆ'©sormais...

AuprÃÆ'¨s d'une ÃÆ'¢me usÃÆ'©e, 

Partant ÃÆ'  la dÃÆ'©rive...



Rejoignant les trÃÆ'©passÃÆ'©s,

Les immortels assoiffÃÆ'©s...

D'une trop longue attente...

D'une si grande mÃÆ'©sentente...



D'un si grand mÃÆ'©pris de leur dieu...

Qui les regarde moisir...



DÃÆ'©sirant rÃÆ'©gner sans entrailles,

Ni viscÃÆ'¨res...

Le Mortel regrette son avÃÆ'¨nement

Se venge grÃÆ'¢ce ÃÆ'  la mort...

Au-delÃÆ'  de toute rÃÆ'©alitÃÆ'© 

EphÃÆ'©mÃÆ'¨re...



[Translation]



[Deep Sadness]



[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre CÃÆ'¿r]



Beyond any sadness

Any scorn...



The ineffable pain,

Which melancholy is...

Creeps in the heart of mortals...

Of those who outlived oblivion...



Passes across the hurted soul,

Mortified by faith...

As a sharp blade

Tasting betrayed flesh...



He tasted this fruit...

And enjoyed its flesh...



And now the haunted spirits

Are prowling around...

Around an exhausted soul,

That is fading away...



Rejoining those passed,

The thirsty immortals...

Who have been waiting for too long...

Who have been so much misunderstood...



So much despised by their god...

Who watches them rot...



Wanting to reign without entrails,

Nor viscera...

The mortal regrets his advent,

Has his revenge through death...



Beyond any ephemeral reality...



[Translated from french by Aries]