Spiritual Manslaughter - Benighted

Aucun nom et la menace de ce chaos obscur

La terreur, l’angoisse, des mouvements convulsifs

Des flux lectriques traversent ses viscres

Les blessures sur son corps

Bien relles, rappelant des cicatrices de stigmates

Des marques qu’il garde comme le souvenir de l’infection

N’tant ni ange ni bte quand le froid l’envahit

Les vents glacs l’amnent dans un monde o Le rve et la ralit ne font qu’un

Puis les craintes cessent, aucun mal ne pouvant plus l’atteindre

Persuad du pouvoir de la rincarnation

Insupportable alination au service de Dieu

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Il dcrit sa prsence dans chaque cellule de son enveloppe charnelle

Condamn mort, ces pantins agenouills autour de lui

Il nous appelle inconscients car nous refusons de croire

Des mots dnus de tout sens, obscnes et blasphmatoires

Et un jour, le vent devint plus froid encore

L, ses proches, enfin, retrouvrent sa dpouille

Le visage grimaant

Et le corps ballant, pendu au bout d’une corde

No name and the threat of this dark chaos

Terror, anguish, convulsive movements

Electric fluxes pass through his viscera

The wounds on his body

Very real, reminiscent of stigma scars

Marks he keeps as the memory of the infection

Being neither angel nor beast when the cold invades him

The icy winds carry him to a world where dream and reality are one

Then the fears cease, no evil can touch her anymore

Convinced of the Power of Reincarnation

Unbearable alienation in the service of God

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He describes his presence in every cell of his carnal envelope

Condemned dead, these puppets kneeling around him

He calls us unconscious because we refuse to believe

Words meaningless, obscene and blasphemous

And one day the wind got colder still

L, his relatives finally find his remains

The grimacing face

And the dangling body, hanging from the end of a rope