Luyện nghe bài hát La Mort Avant Le Déshonneur

[Music by Arkdae, by Sombre Cr]

"Cette ineffable qu'est l'incision profonde,
Ne reprsente qu'une banale ecchymose
mon mal crbral chaque jour croissant.

Je me vider de mes malheurs, de mes tourments,
Mais chaque une cicatrice de plus se formait autour de mon c?ur,
sans autant, m'apporter de rponse...

Je n'ai pu combattre pour cet idal, forteresse,
J'ai perdu tout face ce grand difice, empiriquement inaccessible...

Jour jour, ma raison disparu, laissant place au dsespoir,
Et la chute de l'empire pour lequel tant voulu combattre.

Je prfre mourir plut't que de cette socit
Prendre la que j'ai toujours rejete...

Je n'ai solutions que celle de partir seul,
esseul,
Plut't que de rester ici bas, me morfondre mon chec."

[Death Dishonour]

[Music by Arkdae, by Sombre Cr]

This ineffable pain -the incision-
Now only a common wound
to my ever-growing brain damage

I thought I would get emptied of my wretchedness and
But each day a new appeared around my heart
Yet without me any answer...

I couldn't fight for ideal, for this fortress,
I lost all hope in front of huge edifice, empirically unreachable...

Day after day my was disappearing,
room for despair
And for the fall of the for which
I have so much liked to fight.

I prefer to die of witnessing society
Take the I had always rejected...

I have no solution than that of going away, voluntarily alone,
of staying down here, lamenting for my failure...

[Translated from french by