2. Le Berceau De L'ange (Nocturnal Call Part 3)
leaving a cradle of light
falling into hell at the first sight
staring at this new chaos
life embraces me without desire
touched by the hand of divinity
a wisdom as blind as me
I feel the stench of a putrid life
lies and suffering are but my fate
dropped in a desert field of hate
waiting for the unknown to harvest
(my ethereal crop)
a tear that vanishes before touching the ground
I feel nothing, nothing but my futility
lies, surrounded by lies, just tell me why ?
why do we have to foresee
our desolate fate as soon as we are born ?
we are puppets but who pulls the strings ?
dusk after dusk we crawl like vermin
on a ground that we don’t even posses
I live in a no-man’s land
a place held by hypocrisy
the hypocrisy of god and men
let the storm brew
and blow light away
I hate this world, I hate god
I hate you
haec ubi dicta...
I contemplate this bereaved soul
and I see through this diamond
a cradle filled with passion
opening on a shadowy coffin
poetry once spoken by the innocent child
who praises spectral sentiments
all the perfumes from the inner past
entwined with the magenta sky
warp me to suffer my delight
dusk, I pledge my allegiance to thee
this is my oath
innocence kneels down towards
the temptating night
futility of wisdom enthrones
the bereavement of my life
the quest for my equinoctial desires
you preachers of the untold
feel the blood that I cum
come to me, ye faithful darkness
thus, I reveal the coming raven under the growing moon
4. On The Wings Of The Black Rain
it rains in my soul someday
it rains on my soul
it rains
I feel the shadows overwhelming me
from the bottomless pit of sunken dreams
tearing my tormented soul apart
they call me from beyond...
beyond the horizon...
beyond their reason
twisted minds for perverse tastes
a lust consumed by a neverending fire
burn my son, light their path, behold their weakness
why am I denied
by your own hand
why have I to stand against this world of pain
drape me in this velvet veil, a rose on my skin
the thorns spread my bloody fear...sin
oh, pulsating beat of my inner storm, I hear the cries of thousand
frightened
funeral crows that haunt human deepest deviances
seeking a truth for I can’t see reality, I search for a long time disappeard
heavenly ground where I could stalk, majestic...
embrace of the new Aeon
is like the weight of my crown
the whip to lash your faith
for I’ll soon be the conqueror of this dying world
I will unleash my wrath (oh black rain)
pour yourself into me
and I still long for a new day
trying to know how to keep me sane
withering like teardrops in the ocean
withering like flowers in the dust...
the sands of time over my shoulders (oh black rain)
show me the way...
feel the bitter tears falling into drops of wine
I reborn under the wings of the black rain
6. An Orchid In My Belfry (Nocturnal Call Part 2)
the stained glass windows as a philter reveal me veiled wisdom
through the icons once carved in blood I drawn secret visions of mankind
an occult light hidden by centuries of sorrow will shine again in my church
fear, hatred
torment, these are the foundations of my night
etrenal, moonless
colder than a death of thousand years in heaven
stars as my swans darken the hollow sky of your life
I'm a conqueror of kind that will never die
for hate in mankind will never wither
as the blue fire of my dreams which once turned black is burning again
hell, sin
just words I swear I'll apply
heaven, or god
satan they are just foolish illusions
oh, I believe in my soul
no one will reject my spirit once again
as my shadow spreads its eerie gaters
and transcend my revenge
listen, listen to this prelude to your infernal journey
touch the thorns of my bloodmade crown
feel the pleasure of sadistic remembraces...
« more than anything, I pray to quit this embodied earth,
never again shall I live with this burden over my flesh »
all their souls just can’t reach nothing, for I refuse love to set my
life...
the pillars of my faith are made of a stone which some call heart
now, yester, tomorrow, time is not my ally but suicide helps my church to
grow.
(help me, help me, help me, save me)
among this penumbral light there’s still a glowing ember, there is this
light
I can touch this orchid, I can feel it, I could...
and I have achieved my masterpiece
a psychotic palace of banished
remembraces, vanished in a desolate breath
I contemplate this unfertile fields that are mine...
preacher, sinner
dreamer that takes possession of time
father and son
gathered in one soul
forever at one as the firing candle in the dark
but who loves me ?
will I never be this one again ?..
9. Récital Pour Une Agonie Céleste
out in the cold embrace of night
I wonder why life is so dark
my beloved goddess withered away
leaving me hopeless, sad and unsane.
...whispers in my heart...
mon empire de marbre ou siégeait celle qui était la muse de mon art
vibre des frémissements de mon âme assaillie par la colère et le temps
jamais, oh jamais je ne t’oublierais le tourment subi par la faute des dieux
insolents
je jure, indolent, de dresser ma bannière par delà les frontières de la
croyance
puissance et souffrance sont les armes qui achèveront ma vengeance
a songless bird in an empty sky...
délivrez moi de cette folie funeste qui me torture, oh fougue céleste.
L’héritage d’une vie décalée
récompense amère d’un plaisir sucré
le doute sans fin erre dans mes veines et drape ma vie comme le vent caresse
les plaines
subtile éclipse au creux des reins de la mort laissant apparaître une
lumière nouvelle.
Anguish on my side, sadness as my friend
I wander soulless between stone and dust
between night and day, between fear and trust
between her eyes and her lips, between tomorrow and yesterday
cette tour est mienne...
this babel elegy I build my self beholds my life
my inner shell, kneeling down the ground from where I would escape
I try tears of regrets
my heart plays a hellish symphony...