L'arrogance - Dark Sanctuary

«Triste fin,

Triste Destin

Que d’invoquer La Mort…

Par cette corde

Autour de mon cou

Je clame mon arrogance…

Par ce geste lѓўche

A la vue des mortels

J’affirme mon dѓ(c)sir…

Celui de rendre solennel

La beautѓ© d'un corps froid…

Celui de dѓ(c)fier les lois

Et les tentacules de la foi…

Je profѓre ma fiertѓ© D'ѓ(c)chapper enfin ѓ la vie…

Je veux quitter cet abѓ®me

De chair et de sang

J’ai sombrѓ© dans la peine

Dans la tristesse

Le nѓ(c)ant n'ѓ(c)voque pour moi

Que de l’espoir…

Lorsque je sentis mon corps glisser

Ma tѓЄte partir violemment vers le ciel

Un goѓ"t amer s’engloutir dans ma gorge…

Une ѓ(c)trange sensation de dѓ(c)livrance… "

'Tis a sad end,

A sad fate

To invoke Death…

By this rope

Around my neck

I claim my arrogance…

By this deed

Considered weak by mortal eyes

I assert my desire…

That of making solemn

The beauty of a cold body…

That of defying the laws

And the tentacles of Faith…

I utter my pride

Of escaping life at last…

I want to leave this abyss

Of flesh and blood.

I have sunk into grief

And sorrow.

To me, Nothingness

Only means hope…

As I felt my body slide,

My head violently moving towards the sky

A bitter taste be swallowed down into my throat…

A strange feeling of release…

"Sad ending,

Sad Fate

Than to invoke Death...

By this rope

around my neck

I proclaim my arrogance...

By this cowardly gesture

In sight of mortals

I affirm my desire…

That of making solemn

The beauty of a cold body...

That of de(c)fying the laws

And the tentacles of faith...

I proffer my pride to finally (c)escape life...

I want to leave this abyss

flesh and blood

I sank in grief

In sadness

The nѓ(c)ant nѓ(c)evokes for me

What hope...

When I felt my body slip

My head go violently towards the sky

A bitter taste engulfs my throat...

A (c)strange feeling of liberation…”

'Tis a sad end,

A sad fate

To invoke Death…

By this rope

Around my neck

I claim my arrogance…

By this deed

Considered weak by mortal eyes

I assert my desire…

That of making solemn

The beauty of a cold body…

That of defying the laws

And the tentacles of Faith…

I utter my pride

Of escaping life at last…

I want to leave this abyss

Of flesh and blood.

I have sunk into grievance

And sorrow.

To me, Nothingness

Only means hope…

As I felt my body slide,

My head violently moving towards the sky

A bitter taste be swallowed down into my throat…

A strange feeling of release…