Paroles: Dark Sanctuary. La Mort Avant Le Déshonneur.

[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cyr]

"Cette douleur ineffable qu'est l'incision profonde,
Ne represente desormais qu'une banale ecchymose
Face a mon mal cerebral chaque jour croissant.

Je pensais me vider de mes malheurs, de mes tourments,
Mais chaque jour une cicatrice de plus se formait autour de mon c?ur,
sans pour autant, m'apporter de reponse...

Je n'ai pu combattre pour cet ideal, cette forteresse,
J'ai perdu tout espoir face a ce grand edifice, empiriquement inaccessible...

Jour apres jour, ma raison disparu, laissant place au desespoir,
Et a la chute de l'empire pour lequel j'aurais tant voulu combattre.

Je prefere mourir plutot que de voir cette societe
Prendre la forme que j'ai toujours rejetee...

Je n'ai d'autres solutions que celle de partir seul,
volontairement esseule,
Plutot que de rester ici bas, a me morfondre dans mon echec."

[Translation]

[Death before Dishonour]

[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cyr]

This ineffable pain -the deep incision-
Now only represents a common wound
Compared to my ever-growing brain damage

I thought I would get emptied of my wretchedness and torments
But each day a new scar appeared around my heart
Yet without granting me any answer...

I couldn't fight for this ideal, for this fortress,
I lost all hope in front of this huge edifice, empirically unreachable...

Day after day my reason was disappearing,
Leaving room for despair
And for the fall of the empire for which
I would have so much liked to fight.

I prefer to die instead of witnessing society
Take the shape I had always rejected...

I have no other solution than that of going away, voluntarily alone,
Instead of staying down here, lamenting for my failure...

[Translated from french by Aries]