Paroles: Dark Sanctuary. Profondeur De L'âme.

[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cyr]

Au-dela de toute tristesse
De tout mepris...

La douleur ineffable,
Qu'est la melancolie...
Rampe dans le c?ur des mortels...
Des survivants de l'oubli...

Traverse l'ame blessee,
Mortifiee par la foi...
Telle une lame affilee,
Goutant la chair trahie...

C'est de ce fruit qu'il gouta,
...Dont il apprecia la chair...

Et ce sont les esprits hantes,
Qui rodent desormais...
Aupres d'une ame usee,
Partant a la derive...

Rejoignant les trepasses,
Les immortels assoiffes...
D'une trop longue attente...
D'une si grande mesentente...

D'un si grand mepris de leur dieu...
Qui les regarde moisir...

Desirant regner sans entrailles,
Ni visceres...
Le Mortel regrette son avenement
Se venge grace a la mort...
Au-dela de toute realite
Ephemere...

[Translation]

[Deep Sadness]

[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cyr]

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]