La rencontre fatale - Dark Sanctuary

Face à moi

Se tenait un ange…

Son regard hostile

Semblait me haïr…

Son corps, sculpté dans la pénombre

Etait plus pâle encore

Que les ténèbres qui l’entouraient…

Aucun?

il humain

N’aurait pu excaver

L’obscurité profonde

De cet Abîme…

Seule une âme

Est de taille à survivre

Dans un endroit

Tant rempli de souffrances…

L’ange me fixait

Et semblait vouloir boire

A la source de mon âme

Pourtant si anhydre…

Puis sans un geste

Sans déclaration, aucune…

Il se retourna

Et s’enfonça dans la pénombre…

M’humiliant par son mépris…

Voulait-il tester ma force

Ma volonté d’avoir choisi ce côté du miroir?

Je savais pourtant que jamais

Je ne le reverrai…

Je restais sans réponse

Sans doute pour l'éternité…

Before me

Stood an angel…

Its hostile eye-look

Seemed to hate me…

Its body, shaped in penumbra

Was even paler

Than the darkness surrounding it…

No human eye

Could have dug

The deep darkness

Of this abyss…

Only a soul

Is able to survive

In a place

Filled with so much pain…

The angel was staring at me

And seemed to want to drink

From the source of my soul

Yet so acid…

Then without any movement

Without any word…

It turned its back from me

And disappeared in darkness…

Humiliating me by its scorn…

Did it want to test my strength

My will for choosing this side of the mirror?

Yet I knew that I would

Never see it again…

I remained without answer

Perhaps for eternity…

In front of me

There stood an angel...

His hostile gaze

Seemed to hate me...

Her body, sculpted in the half-light

Was even paler

That the darkness that surrounded him...

No?

he human

Couldn't have excavated

The deep darkness

From this Abyss...

only one soul

Is strong enough to survive

In a place

So full of suffering...

The angel stared at me

And seemed to want to drink

At the source of my soul

Yet so anhydrous...

Then without a move

Without declaration, no...

He turned around

And plunged into darkness...

Humbling me with his contempt...

Did he want to test my strength

My will to have chosen this side of the mirror?

Yet I knew that never

I will never see him again...

I was left unanswered

Probably for eternity...

Before me

Stood an angel…

Its hostile eye-look

Seemed to hate me…

Its body, shaped in penumbra

Was even paler

Than the darkness surrounding it…

No human eye

Could have dug

The deep darkness

Of this abyss…

Only a soul

Is able to survive

In a place

Filled with so much pain…

The angel was staring at me

And seemed to want to drink

From the source of my soul

Yet so acid…

Then without any movement

Without any words…

It turned its back from me

And disappeared in darkness…

Humiliating me by its scorn…

Did it want to test my strength

My will for choosing this side of the mirror?

Yet I know that I would

Never see it again…

I remained without answer

Perhaps for eternity…