Can't cry, can't try, can not repent
Can't cry, can't try, can not repent
Can't cry, can't try, can not repent

When I look back on our misery
And all the pain it has brought me
I think of life as a cesspool of fate
We mess up our souls, with our hate
When I look back on our misery
And all the pain it has brought me
I can't forgive, rest my soul and let it be

I can't cry, can not try
I can't try, can not cry
I can't say, can not stay
I can't stay, can not say
I can't give, can not live
I can't live in despair

I disown you, you and against you
You gave me life, my mother, my father
I disown you, you and against you
I'm the door, light of beyond

Paradise or hell, I will only know it once
I've passed them all
I didn't ask anything
Now the true face, the rain of darkness
It's my face
I didn't have the time to see the light of the day
Hell, I will only know it once

Hate is so sweet when it's animated
By shame and vengeance
All the things that I had to learn
Were stolen
I prosternate myself...
The angels already come to demand their dues

O, I implore you, I don't know anything of this
A world, my world opens up to me

Is it hell or a sweet melody of melancoly?
Time belongs, only to the ones that participate
I am what I am
Is it hell or a sweet melody of melancholy?
Time belongs, only to the ones that participate
I am what I am

You, child born in blood
In the flesh of the flesh of the cradle
Will be the one of the kingdom of death
And your mother: the false
And your brothers: the other you

She makes you dance
A valkirie seducing the spirits of beyond
She communicates, through those rhythms
With the spirit of hades

So pure, so deep
Magic, mystic, let yourself drift to the beyond
In the depths of belief
So cold, so glacial
Magic, mystic, let yourself drift far away
In the depths of life

Look for the pleasures within yourself
It will guide your aura towards a world
Where the trees touch so close that they look like they embra-
ce
Tribal ceremony

So pure, so deep
Magic, mystic, let yourself drift to the beyond
In the depths of belief
So cold, so glacial
Magic, mystic, let yourself drift far away
In the depths of life

So far, you can't imagine it...
So strong I can almost touch it
I touch their wives and I touch their gods
So far, you can't imagine it...
So strong I can almost touch it
I touch their wives and I touch their gods

You can't understand it
Ceremony of a cult, of another century
Magic, mystic, witness of celtic legends

The nameless one... is calling you
The nameless one is calling you
The nameless one is calling you

Go to the entrails of the world
Go to the beginning
Go to the entrails of the world
Go to the deepest of her
Of you, of me, of the world

Dive on the way to the gardens of eden again
The sons of existence
Hold themselves there
Follow the arcanes of time and go back to them
Go back to them
Divine comedy, life sniggers...
Infinite orchestration...

Go back as far as the gardens of eden
To the entrails of the world
Go to the beginning
Go to the entrails of the world
Go to the deepest of her
Of you, of me of the world

To know

Melancoly that turns around me, like a thorny rose
A thorny rose that winds around me like melancoly
Melancoly that turns around me, like a thorny rose
A thorny rose that winds around me like melancoly

Look over there, the trees next to the frozen lakes are
Bored since eternity...
Empty and beutiful looks: melancoly... I love you...

Same words, same speeches, same gestures
Empty and beautiful looks
Come and surround me, some and surround me melancoly
Come and surround me, some and surround me thorny roses

Below the shadow
Not a word, not a gesture, beauty...
I penetrate the kingdom of death now...
Below the shadows, the doors open
Not a word, not a gesture, beauty...
Below the shadows, the doors open

Time was his dwelling
Seasons his gods
Life a fierce warrior
Death his most sacred ritual within the fire
And within his chants
His quest, wisdom
His rest, his journey
Where he lived, these chants symbolized abundance
And the woman, renewal and respect
He lives where all legends begin

Here is the story of this legend, that of the shaman

Oh shaman, spirit of the forest
Sage among all sages
Your people live through you
Through your eyes...

O shaman...
Worshiper of the eagle
Of pure convictions in your beleifs
Take my hand, take me where those who love
Through your eyes
Become one sole being

Show me the lakes where your ancestors were bathed
In order to be marked by your sign
Show me mountains of the north
Prairies of the south, horizons from the west to the east
Show me your flesh...

Your people were and will be noble in my heart
Your blazing name still and forever keeps my dream
Of your savage domain
O dream of crystal, the leaves, entwined
Remain the sole trace of your mark

Erotic fantasies: aphrodite of cnide and aries
As mystic as a glimmer at the bottom of a lake
Sensuality of your figure, of your white body

White dove or dark crow?

The temptations of these acts change the being, from the beast
to...
To the lamb
But if you touch her, she will cut your veins and dive her
hand
Deep down in your soul to spread it over your face

Sweet venus, in power of an immense veil beyond the borders of
Death, seduces men with her charm and elegance
Pleasure of lust, she is also the sweetness of the flower
blinding the
Insect that comes to take her nectar

O the pleasure is so swet in aprodite's thorns, but if you
touch
Her... she will cut your veins

Dark symbol you release the spirits
Spirits that ravage the sky and the earth
That ravage my dwelling
Spirits that devastate with the power of giants
Demons similar to mad bulls
Shameful spectres in their image
I see their hate against humanity
Against all beliefs, holy or occult
They spray the gos with a rain of blood
Whether are gods or not

Black talisman
By the power of the gods
We exorcize you
Black talisman
That shadow that fertilize the seeds
Mate under the moon

I am weary of always plundering the cemeteries
To find still fluid blood there
Fallen souls at the bottom of the ancient tombs
The paths to immortality are harder to enter than to find

Spirits tht ravage the sky and the earth
That ravage my dwelling
The crows are mocking holiness or possesion
Curse them, curse beliefs and fanaticism