Je rassemblais tes membres - Elend

Lorsque j’arrivai sur la rive du fleuve,

Je vis les cygnes morts et

Je sus que nous approchions des Enfers

A droite une source, près d’elle un cyprès blanc.

J'écoutai le murmure du temps

Et arrachai à l’espace un instant

Le lieu d’où ne sourd nulle vie.

Le fleuve est un lac, une mer immobile

Don’t mes pensées se font l'écume

Je suis la mer sur laquelle je vogue

Je suis l’océan et le ciel étoilé

Je suis la mer que j’abîme.

Mes veines-un torrent,

Mes membres-une forêt,

Ma chair-une écorce

Qui cache le coeur sombre de la mort.

Le temple est détruit et le dieu ne parle plus.

Alors je fus pris de vertige.

Je cherchais tes restes et rassemblais tes membres,

Lorsque les pleureuses furent prises de terreur à la vue des serpents,

Innombrables,

Qui encerclaient ton torse

Comme des ramaux-ils vivaient d’une vie autre que la leur.

J’en recueillis un au creux de la main et lui montrait le soleil.

Il se figea et resplendit d’or.

D'étranges échos nous parvenaient des Enfers

Je fis offrande à Perséphone de cette veine pleine d’un sang si noble

Et j’entendis le chant de la terre.

Elle m’accueillit dans le séjour des Ombres.

When I reached the bank of the river,

I saw the dead swans and

I knew that we were approaching the infernal regions.

A well on the right, a white cypress nearby.

I listened to the whispers of time

And for one moment I tore from space

The sphere from which no life emanates.

The river is a lake,

A motionless sea

Of which my thoughts are made spray.

I am the sea on which I sail,

I am the ocean and the starry sky,

I am the sea that I profane, the sea where I founder.

My veins a torrent,

My limbs a forest,

My flesh the bark of a tree

Which conceals the dark heart of death.

The temple is destroyed and the god speaks no more.

Then I was seized with anguish.

I searched for your remains and gathered your limbs, when the wailers were

gripped by terror at the sight of the snakes, innumerable,

Which encircled your chest

Like branches they lived a life other than their own.

I held one in the palm of my hand and showed it the sun.

It froze and threw golden sparks.

Strange echoes reached us from Hell.

I made an offering to Persephone of this vein filled with noble blood

And I heard the song of the earth.

She welcomed me to the abode of shadows.

When I came to the bank of the river,

I saw the dead swans and

I knew we were nearing hell

On the right a spring, near it a white cypress.

I listened to the whisper of time

And tore away space for a moment

The place from which no life springs.

The river is a lake, a still sea

Don't my thoughts are foaming

I am the sea on which I sail

I am the ocean and the starry sky

I am the sea that I spoil.

My veins-a torrent,

My limbs-a forest,

My flesh-a bark

Who hides the dark heart of death.

The temple is destroyed and the god speaks no more.

Then I got dizzy.

I was looking for your remains and gathering your limbs,

When the mourners were terrified at the sight of serpents,

Countless,

that surrounded your chest

Like twigs-they lived a life other than their own.

I picked one up in my hand and showed it the sun.

It froze and shone with gold.

Strange echoes came to us from the underworld

I made an offering to Persephone of this vein full of such noble blood

And I heard the song of the earth.

She welcomed me into the Hall of Shadows.

When I reached the bank of the river,

I saw the dead swans and

I know that we were approaching the infernal regions.

A well on the right, a white cypress nearby.

I listened to the whispers of time

And for one moment I tore from space

The sphere from which no life emanates.

The river is a lake,

A motionless sea

Of which my thoughts are made spray.

I am the sea on which I sail,

I am the ocean and the starry sky,

I am the sea that I profane, the sea where I founder.

My veins a torrent,

My limbs a forest,

My flesh the bark of a tree

Which conceals the dark heart of death.

The temple is destroyed and the god speaks no more.

Then I was seized with anguish.

I searched for your remains and gathered your limbs, when the wailers were

gripped by terror at the sight of the snakes, innumerable,

Which circled your chest

Like branches they lived a life other than their own.

I held one in the palm of my hand and showed it the sun.

It froze and threw golden sparks.

Strange echoes reached us from Hell.

I made an offering to Persephone of this vein filled with noble blood

And I hear the song of the earth.

She welcomed me to the abode of shadows.