Misanthrope Crisis Of Soul
Les crises de l'âme Crisis of soul Succumbing to the eternal grief of sorrow Mangle my plaintive cries With shattered torments I shan't modify your life's faith Banish our endless sadness Combustion's drying tears Oh God, please try to help me My soul is lost... disaggregate Crisis of soul Weakness of the brave In a mortal silence I emerge beyond my inner mirror In a pure wounded harmony Death keeps shelter over me My blind eyes recognize The sweetness of the sun light Only one hope remains In sickness to welcome you Crisis of soul The all lost souls' day In a mortal silence I emerge beyond my inner mirror In a pure wounded harmony Death keeps shelter over me Crisis of soul Would-be hypochondre Crisis of soul Infinite tragedy Crisis of soul Would-be hypochondre Crisis of soul Absolute mockery Les crises de l'âme Hour of vengeance Arrives on humanity's reign Beneath the lying down corpses I'm walking on the asphalt-vicotory's streets My wish is to live In this dream which evades me... intoxicate But my heart is bleeding For those comrades who died for our cause Les crises de l'âme Dead star Misanthrope, wandering and dispossed of everything
