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02. The Other Path
For so long I've been walking on the path of my life
This way it hurts my feet but bravely I'm going on
Straight ahead, with no staff to support me
Around me, the landscape remains the same
It used to please me, it now turned grey
Around me, I see barriers to infinity
I cannot escape my destiny
A long time ago, this way I've chosen
Cause I couldn't cope with suffering
A sign said "Felicity at the end"
I started walking and now I'm going on
For too long I've been walking on the path of my life
On its sides, bushes have turned into barb wire
For too long, I've been walking on the road of my faith
It has now turned into the darkest corridor
All I want is to fly away, to leave this gloomy road
I'm now waking up n' Don't want to follow it anymore
But wings I don't own, my salvation is lost
As I'm used to, I keep walking on and on
As I reach the bottom of my doom
A light appears and shines through the night
This is not the end of my road, it's another path
It snakes away to another life
For too long I've been walking on the path of my life
Time has come to make the choice
For too long, I've been walking on the road of my faith
Pray for me to do the best
04. The Isle Of The Dead
- Death -
I'm dying
Laying on the bed that will be my last one
The faces of my beloved surround me
They'll all pass me away
I have no fear,
My time is done and it's time to leave
Nothing remains of me
But my dying body that lies in this circle of tears
My eyes will soon close
And my soul will reach its new home
The empty shell of my body
Will turn into dust and ashes
And suddenly it is done
I watch my corpse, flying upon him
I've got nothing to do here for evermore
It's time to leave now.
- The Journey -
I'm dead now
Sat in Charon's boat, I'm reaching my new home
Into the isle of the dead, he'll lead me
Where I'll rest for the end of times
I have no fear,
The floods are filled with lost souls who'll try to get me
But they won't take my spirit
Cause I'm already done with life
My eyes will soon see
The giant trees and the island's hole-filled cliffs
My ethereal and living soul
Will reach its eternal sleep
And slowly we cross the lake
I watch the shore, craving to touch it
I'm so tired, please let me die
It's is time to rest now
06. Whispering Gloom
Und sie sprach zu mir
Aus der Ewigkeit
Und sie zeigte mir das Ende
Denn die Zeit wart gekommen
Die Welt zu ertränken
In ihrer ewigen Finsternis
Breeding Ailments in my Solitude
The End is scratched into my Eyes
The Tune to all that is lost
In foaming Grief
In emotional Doom supreme
Car nous sommes les éternels prophètes ,
d'une lumière mourante
nous nous abandonnons dans les bras d'Orphée
pour apprécier les visions décharnées
de notre suicide ...
Notre nostalgie utopique ,
entre douleur et désespoir ,
notre solitude accablante ,
notre vie sans lendemain ...
ni espoir , ni devenir
seul l'envie de mourir ...
misanthropie sublimée ,
misanthropie utopique ...
Toutes ces lacérations de l'âme
nous noies dans le bonheur
d'une mort romantique ...
Suicide de l'âme ,
renaissance de la chair
Laissons monter l'émotions
de cette journée monotone ,
en attendant la nuit
qui viendra nous libérer
de par son majestueux silence ...
Marchant sur les berges
du gouffre sans fin
ma peur de l'infini
me donne la nausée ...
Mon corps est mort ,
mon âme pleure ...
je meurs ...
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