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So many fine thoughts turn my spirit so.

Yet I do resist and yield to it yet.

Know that I give and all that I know.

Forget you? No, I shall never forget.



Left with my sandpaper dreams since you left.

Love lies in my spirit, for you my love.

Theft of your presence is not spirit theft.

Above all my dreams, I hold you above.



You now have returned, I knew it was you.

Waiting so long my heart was still waiting;

few have returned, yet you’re one of the few.

Aching for you as my soul was aching.



War takes so many; yet, you've beaten war.

Door of my spirit, come enter my door.

Le bruit amplit la salle tandis que demeure

Sourde, ma charogne encloisonnée, solitaire,

Tel le phénix obscur; De mes cendres je meurs,

Recouvert d’un noir linceul rongé par les vers.



Les voix se taisent, la lune éclaire la nuit.

Le vide s’épand en moi. Le souffle coupé,

Je titube, chancelle parmi les esprits.

Sans forme ni consistance, je disparais.



Enivré d’une faiblesse jamais vécue,

Je ressens à présent le néant tant voulu,

Contracté par la morsure d’une vipère,



Dont l’acide venin, mortel et délétère

Me chasse à travers les espaces et le temps!

- Me voilà, carcasse vide aux traits nonchalants…

I loved him as a son, undaunted

By the taunts and rants of youth rebelling.

Viewing with pride, the proud boy, unbridled,

Tall, handsome, knowing, wrathful and loving.

No boy of mine, but all mine! Challenging,

Meeker souls to compete, live and love life.



All the long years without a plot, acting,

The role cast for us by fate and my wife.

No easy role, no learned lines, that’s life.

And in a flash his curtain fell, No bow.

No encore. No review. Cold endless grief!

The comedy a tragedy. And now?



I pace the stage and await the coming,

Of rising stars, and a happy ending?

Well, I'm the shadow hidden behind your bloody inner wall

Invisible, for I'm the red-eyed demon trapped inside of you

The incarnation of your pain, your nightmares turning blue

I'm the one who cries when you see angels burn and fall



Kneeled down, and hidden in the shadows, longing for your very soul

I observe each of your moves, day after day, night after night

No need to run away, I will embrace you, take away your fright

Let yourself slip in, listen to the lullaby and let me take control



I am the fist of God, striking down whoever is standing in my way

I am your fall from power, washing away the spillage of your hatred

When darkness falls, I appear, looking and craving for my prey



I am the doomed stroke, rocking you slowly to deep heavenly sleep

Protecting you from evil, for you I'll sanctify all that is sacred

Never will I let you down, it's your love I hope to reap...

Entends-tu cette musique, ô si belle et pure?

Telle la voix des anges louant ton réveil,

Remplissant de larmes les cieux et cette seille,

Qui enfin remplie, noiera les malheurs qui furent.



A l’instant même où nous valsons notre bonheur,

La lune éclaire tes yeux de jade brûlants

Et sa sonate ample d’une telle passion,

S’ébouillante mortellement à notre ardeur…



Une douleur cuisante soudain me pénètre

M’arrachant un hurlement de douleur sanglant

Ô Nefertari, pourquoi telle trahison ?!



Vipère, maudit soit le mal que tu perpètres !

Je meurs, la musique s’efface lentement,

La fleur noire en moi plantée fane à l’unisson…