Awakening - Quentin Gendrot, The Great Old Ones

Nous arrivons à l’endroit où Lake et son équipe avaient dressé leur camp.

Une décharge glaciale, plus intense que le froid ambiant qui me mord le visage,

me traverse l'échine quand je vois les installations dévastées.

Un chaos indescriptible s'était abattu sur mes compagnons d’infortune.

Les cadavres jonchent le sol.

Hommes, animaux, personne n’avait été épargné.

J’avance vers la tente dans laquelle Lake avait dû faire ses analyses.

En voyant cette empreinte sur le sol, je comprends.

Elles n'étaient pas mortes,

juste endormies.

Et il les a réveillées…

My frozen body warms

I begin to open my eyes

And I see unknown forms

I lift my arm

And grab his head

And I hold it, until it deforms

The thing shouts

I feel the rage rising in me

This abject thing, that is studying me, analyzing me

Les choses très anciennes étaient restées endormies durant des millénaires,

emprisonnées dans leur cercueil de glace.

Un regard sur les restes du

campement me fait comprendre notre erreur.

Nous avions cru avec fierté nous

trouver devant des fossiles inconnus, sans jamais imaginer l’innommable vérité.

Sans le vouloir, nous avions précipité notre chute, vers la folie, et la mort

Ripping flesh, tearing bodies

I satisfy my thirst for vengeance

I catch them with ease

And I dissect them for science, for science

My work done, I look up to see them, the stars from where I come

Flying over mountains, the wind blowing on my starry head

I admire these gigantic canyons, and I see it, my city of the dead

We arrive at where Lake and his team had set up camp.

A freezing shock, more intense than the ambient cold biting my face,

crosses my spine when I see the devastated facilities.

An indescribable chaos had descended upon my companions in misfortune.

Corpses litter the ground.

Men, animals, no one had been spared.

I walk towards the tent where Lake must have done his tests.

Seeing that footprint on the ground, I get it.

They weren't dead

just asleep.

And he woke them up...

My frozen body warms

I begin to open my eyes

And I see unknown forms

I lift my arm

And grab his head

And I hold it, until it deforms

The thing shouts

I feel the rage rising in me

This abject thing, that is studying me, analyzing me

Very old things had lain dormant for millennia,

imprisoned in their coffin of ice.

A look at the remains of the

encampment makes me realize our mistake.

We had believed with pride

find in front of unknown fossils, without ever imagining the unnameable truth.

Unwittingly, we had precipitated our fall, to madness, and death

Ripping flesh, tearing bodies

I satisfy my third for revenge

I catch them with ease

And I dissect them for science, for science

My work done, I look up to see them, the stars from where I come

Flying over mountains, the wind blowing on my starry head

I admire these gigantic canyons, and I see it, my city of the dead