Combattant sans Sépulture - Misanthrope

Combattant rugissant au travers d’un prisme

Oh farouche ocan, esprit du temps

Combattant sans spulture

Eclatant dsespoir de notre inspiration

Poussire de vhmence

Mlant la vrit au rve

Combattant errant au travers d’un prisme

Vaste miroir gar du nant

Toi le combattant errant sans spulture

Ton soleil ne brille plus qu’aux yeux des mourants

Par ton loquent arc de triomphe, second spulcre

Le soleil n’est plus beau

Qu’au regard d’un survivant

Toi le combattant errant sans spulture

Ton soleil ne brille plus qu’aux yeux des mourants

Soit l’clatant dsespoir de notre aspiration

Commmorant la vrit aux rves

Comme l’adieu d’un ami

Carressant d’une main mourante

Le deuil de la nature en ses moindres frissons

Ses bras languissament replis sur le coeur

Murmurant d’un funeste remords

Le sanglot des dfunts

Ses bras languissament replis sur le coeur

Murmurant d’un funeste remords

Le sanglot des dfunts

De ses lvres jamais fanes par la mort

Que s’vanouisses l’espoir en son dernier regard

Contemplation en songe guide par ton errance

Espoir vanoui en de doux accords morbides

Fighter roaring through a prism

Oh fierce ocean, spirit of the times

Warrior without a grave

Bursting with hope from our inspiration

Vhmence Dust

Blending the truth with the dream

Wandering Fighter Through a Prism

Large guarded mirror

You the wandering fighter without a grave

Your sun only shines in the eyes of the dying

By your eloquent triumphal arch, second tomb

The sun is no longer beautiful

That in the eyes of a survivor

You the wandering fighter without a grave

Your sun only shines in the eyes of the dying

Be the bright despair of our aspiration

Commemorating the truth to dreams

Like a friend's farewell

Stroking with a dying hand

The mourning of nature in its slightest shivers

Her arms languidly folded over her heart

Whispering with grim remorse

The sob of the dead

Her arms languidly folded over her heart

Whispering with grim remorse

The sob of the dead

Of her lips never withered by death

Let hope vanish in his last look

Contemplation in a dream guided by your wandering

Vanished hope in sweet morbid accords