ein, es geisselt der verlogene Schein, Gedanken wandern zu erhaschen, den Inhalt meiner leeren Taschen. Gier regiert, die Missgunst bluht, das Elend
Onde de sang, vent ardent. I rolled like the sand the water unfurls. We are the everdead, the spark in the air. Dust and water, The blood of the harvest
[Second Nocturne] Deus in adiutorium meum intende. O Domine, Te ipsum luce velans, Prodis ex alis ventorum. O Domine, Exaudiens omnes preces, Admitte
Hurle a travers toute la ville, a travers maints hurlements, Hurle mort, ils sont tous morts! Elle excerce son reigne sur une cite d'esclaves, Car l
Le soleil est au plus haut. Je crains les tenebres qui viennent. La nuit derniere, alors que ton corps se consumait, Il y avait un monde dans tes cris
Drunk of our blood, a sky's faded. We burned like lions with Ares in their eyes But it is only in songs that I envy the winds. O let the scatter my
Beauty dies of beauty Love of love In the fever of our waiting We were decieved, without deceivers Betrayed, without betrayers A mirror waits for your
Amidst the streams of the river The flow Was achanging And autumn rain unfolded its charm With the thorns of absence So sweet to your skin In the dusty
"The emerald rain shines and falls in vain. Away! Away! Away! Visions of sorrow, doleful shades, unfathomless pain. Rebuke me not in thy anger nor chasten
[Premier Nocturne] Horror, Lucifer solutus, Anguis a catenis suis liberatus. A sparkling shade of hate embraced the whole horizon. A shadow of horror
"We are only pain, Our fighting was vain." Say the evil. Drowning in the sea of lamentations, Sinking in the Abyss of desolation... Orb Within Orb, The
Horror atque terror Quid faciebas, malefice Dies irae, dies ille Solvet saeculum in favillam. Lost in the garden, with the blood on my hands, Captive
Horror atque terror Quid faciebas, malefice Die irae, dies ille Sovet saeculum in favillam. Lost in the garden, with the blood on my hands, Captive of
Dying into a dance, The wait will be over soon. The vision is gone, What is left to see? A poison for the eye, a cure for the heart And the end of all
[Troisieme Lecon] I'll die without a whisper against you, my Lord. Roses her eyes on the weary veil of Dawn. We were lost in a sea of darkness. A
Dying into a dance, Dismal the tide of woes, Your eyes still can't see A wave in the foaming streams Turned loose our prayings son. The crawling snakes
Worse than mourning Disdain, dances at my side Another wasted day And shadows stained your silent face Yet Weary with passions The sevenfold seas were
He of the first, if not the first archangel, Great in power, favour and preeminence, He resolv'd with all his legions to dislodge And leave unworshipt
