Borgne Règne des Morts 1. Void Miasma Malign emanations stir asunder The great veil of light An ever inflating god of the flock An expansion, a prolonging of faith Doctrine flags of reason deform and mutate Failure instead of prosperity with wails to certain death The woven bond, a heart of confliction Vomit for grails, recite and hail praise Chaos, absolute of absence Void, wave of stillness Presence like razors Serpentine Saviour be witnessed A great tide cleanse The great work commence Flow Blackness, erase thought Flow Darkness, evoke Naught Supreme formless ascend Erupting, disturbing Will the havoc, will the pain Innermost silence As a ghost, without the strings of creation Without pulse Imploding creation Mocking the blazing sword of reason Spitting at the symbols, verses and law Entrance to Become Enchant Delusion and focus will Ensnare, conquer, brutalize and kill 2. Eonious Fovous Η καρδιά μου βγαίνει έξω από το σώμα μου Ντροπή σου, με κατέστρεψες Πνίγομαι μέσα στα παγωμένα μου δάκρυα Πεθαίνω εν ψυχρώ. Παντού σκοτάδι γύρω μου Δεν μπορώ ούτε τα χέρια μου να δω Παντού αίμα γύρω μου Αλλά το αίμα αυτό δεν είναι δικό μου. Σε σιχαίνομαι, με αηδιάζεις Γιατί μου μοιάζεις. Σκούρο αίμα τρέχει μες στις φλέβες μου Μαύρο αίμα βιάζει το μυαλό μου. Μέρες καταστροφής έρχονται τώρα Χρειάζομαι περισσότερο δηλητήριο για να τα καταφέρω. Θέλω να καταστρέψω τα πάντα γύρω μου Θέλω να πιω το βρώμικο σου αίμα Θέλω να κατασπαράξω τη σάπια σου ψυχή Θα επιβιώσω, αλλά με αιώνιους φόβους. 3. When Swans Are Choking A last short ride to the top I'll rise and decline The impact is gonna tear me apart And I'll learn to be nothing To start all over again World's heritage of disillusion Destroy every hope you still hide inside Stop fighting for redemption Consume your soul and die in a bonfire An endless war within the planes Condemned to remain a soldier Recovering from his wounds just to resume the combat A walking dead with a gun I'll destroy you before I die from exhaustion I'll dismember you when swans are choking I'm at the top of my rage I am the phase The parasitic in the bacteria Trotting out the same excuses you'll die in you last repentance Because nothing is worth it In the Realm of Silence Nothing worth it But a sharp drop in compliance Staring at my own grave My blood full of hate Ready for an eternal last-ditch struggle 4. Everything Is a Fallacy You think you're making a revolution But it's only in your head You created this war and this revolt Everything that surrounds you is a fallacy You are just corpses animated by the sickness of your mind You're living in the dirty world you have built Can you figure out that you are false too? You are just just a figment of your imagination So many restless zombified corpses Without an logical issue Walking straight to their grave 5. Abysmal Existence Here is our kingdom Here we will pass away Blood-red painted landscape The sun and the moon are one No good nor bad here No war nor peace here Life and death intertwine here And swirl into eternity No fear nor bravour here Here reign those that are dead Vicious through in our heads Love don't exist anymore Against everyone we will be Darkness is around us Abysmal existence Life is pain when you feel empty Life is red when you bleed to forget your life Life is pain when you feel nothing life is black when you talk with your blades Life is pain when you feel empty Life is red when you bleed to forget your life Life is pain when you feel nothing life is black when you talk with your blades Speaking with the dead With the burning tongue The end of mankind is near No salvation, only death Worshipping unknown gods With hollow glow in your eyes Dying in your own blood Drowning slowly with a final gurgle Humanity deserves pain Only death is real The world will explode And leave us as dust 6. Fear Life does not scare me, there is no fix Dark feelings and sorrow in my mind My demons are coming back, my old friends I feel them through the door of my soul One day they will drag me down One day they will get me The day I will definitely be like them The day of death, I will be alive Demons seek me, often It's hard to live without them Without them i die There is no way out It is death for them and for me But i'm not afraid If you have the opportunity, cut me into slices In the light, they are my dark side In the dark they are my light Together we will be indestructible For centuries and centuries If you see me, follow your way I won’t tell you twice And this is the last thing i will say You will die by my hand In the light, they are my dark side In the dark they are my light I feel my demons leaving My evil twins I feel them through the door of my soul The day I die, I will rise 7. L'Odeur de la mort Ruines de cendres et de sang, cris de bêtes déchaînées Humanité malmenée qui transforme notre monde á coups de batte, á coups de bombes Hêtres détruits par les flammes, corps gisants sans membres Les yeux brûlants de cet air infecté, ma gorge serrée pour ne plus respirer Présomptueux, aveugle, sourd et destructeur, le chaos arrive Ceci est notre monde, notre berceau de haine, nous vivons prisonniers des ces chaînes Jette un dernier regard à travers ce paysage détruit Jette une derniè larme devant ces horreurs Hiver sans fin, nuit éternelle, déforestation persistante Maintenant que faire, creuser sa propre tombe, ou renvoyer les bombes? Se noyer dans ce paysage mort, se saignet pour oublier, se détruire pour vivre Jes sens l'ordeur de la mort, cette odeur je ne l'oublierai pas Rien ne sert de survivre Cette pluie acide qui tombe sur nous têtes, nous ronge jour après jour Cette atmosphère acide qui creuse dans ma tête Mais je me battrai jusqu'au bout Je me mords jusqu'au sang, tous les jours je saigne quand la douleur se réveille Aveuglé par le sang d'inconnus, dans un cauchemar je me réveille Ces démons qui me hantent je les entends dans ma tête, je les sens dans mon âme, Ces envies qui me hantent qui explosent dans ma tête, qui déchirent mon âme, Ce monde est déjà détruit, j'entendes les cloches de la destruction Nous brûlerons dans les flammes, rien ne sert de reconstruire Il faut partir à temps