Ten Barrels - Seth

He was there, on the border of his mind, on the depths of despair

Howling there is no remorse, no atonement to achieve

He was a scourge for the world and a plague for his soul

He was there, thinking back on his glory days

When his blood was fresh, when his bones were unscathed

Howling there is no remorse, no atonement to achieve

He was a scourge for the world and a plague for his soul

Fingers on the head like as many barrels

Brooding over and over, on the border of his life

There is no way to escape from the past

Life has gone by in a remaining jumble

Of disgusting deeds and memories

Yearning to be free…

Il est allé dans les bas-fonds de son âme

Et en fût marqué à jamais

Trainant la croix de ses méfaits

S’alourdissant de la mélasse amassée

Howling there is no remorse, no atonement to achieve

He was a scourge for the world and a plague for his soul

Worms eating him are like as many blasphems, as many treasons

Abstaining from the Holy Retreat, as an ultimate act of rebellion !