The vision is gone, What is left to see? A poison for the eye, a cure for the heart And the end of all faith.
"Qu'est pour nous, mon caeur, que les nappes de sang Et de braise, et mille meurtres, et les longs cris De rage, sanglots de tout enfer renversant Tout ordre; et l'Aquilon encor sur les debris Et toute vengeance? Rien!..."
Je n'aimerais pas mourir sur de tels rivages, Sous des cieux si vides Qu ne brule nulle promesse
... Soleil-guerre, onde de sang...
3. Sunwar The Dead
Sunwar, the dead walked into the sand
Watch! the winds are dawning. March with the streams of awe. Prince Phobos I tear your wings Released from the poisons of your grieves,
I am a front, an army of joy, A century of burning.
Forth on this crawling sea, I kill, I don't forget their shatterd lives The perished shall pass alongmy shores, They can't stand your eyes.
Raining down under the waves of blood I chaos, I sunwar Purple grains attached to linen of war
Sunwar the dead
In every deep, every ocean, In every stream, every river We have sailed our way, The storm has led us this far.
We slay and slay, We shatter and acatter Carnage
Watch! The winds are swirlringm Rest, let the night fall on your eyes. - O the night in your dying eyes - But never long for slumber and mourning.
Raining down under the waves of blood I chaos, I sunwar Purple grains attached tolinen soil I roll, Idrown into the chasms of war
Sunwar, Sunwar, Sunwar, I chaos, I sunwar
4. Ares In Their Eyes
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 heart Among the ruins.
Ashes the cold, The silent cast in stone, Lifeless the corpse, The stench, the horor.
I pouredinto the vial of life the terror of living, the worst poison of all.
Depart from us or we will leave you In the raining fire above.
We were so proud in your pale masquerade And we were lured by your glimmering shade. We burn like lions with Ares in their eyes But it is only in songs that I envy the winds. O let them scatter my heart among the ryins.
5. The Hemlock Sea
The joys of sleepless nights are awaiting you. The son of Morn may cry and never reach you. I have seen the veil, I have seen the grave, The rain it came And silence covers all.
The drop like spears, this hollowed chest These salty eyes that never rest. They have seen this world They have seen the dead, The night is came And silence covers all.
O praise the moon Don't await the dawn The river's stream, the glimmering sky I wandered all alone. O sweet hemlock kiss, The poisonsea burns And Silence Covers all.
You turn, you shiver Your skin so pale, your breath so cold I have been longing for your love, I have been trying not to loose you. Come, come, fear not... The son of Morn may cry, he will never reach us. Thus is the promise of the winds.
6. Le Terre N'aime Pas Le Sang
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7. A Song Of Ashes
Le corps n'en finissent pas de bruler 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
And aimless on those muddy fields, We wandered all night. The columns of ashes From the pyres draw A solemn temple We have reached the altar.
Les corps n'en finissent pas de bruler.
8. Laceration
Hollowed by the pain, I feel the rage coming in Suffocating waves.
As a wreck in the streams of my bloodied kin's blood, I dreamt of timessaturnine when the festring might Enflamed our hearts to the point where the lacerating Was a joy... It was a joy! And then, whenthe Vision's gone And Death's unformed, I am torn.
Our eyes are enslaved by the sight of the pyres, Cast under the yoke of our own death.
Uttermost the drugs that have led us thus far The eyes, the poison, the vision, the might, But still we dont probe the silence. Here I am rolled and rolled by the stream. The state of foam, The moaning of the winds.
Over The Cracked roads, Through the reeds Of the marches, Hollow voices blow And the leaves Bow down to Other masters.
9. Poliorketika
10. Blood And Grey Skies Entwined
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 of massacre mesmerize the worn-out.
Blood And Grey Skies Entwined
We gathered the first drop after the bite And spilled the poison Over The earth. The taste of rain was bitter The crawling snakes of massacre mesmerize the worn-out. Blood and grey skies entwined.
