[Music by Arkdae, by Sombre Cr]
"Cette douleur qu'est l'incision profonde, Ne dsormais qu'une banale ecchymose mon mal crbral chaque jour croissant.
Je pensais me de mes malheurs, de mes tourments, Mais chaque jour une de plus se formait autour de mon c?ur, sans autant, m'apporter de rponse...
Je n'ai pu pour cet idal, cette forteresse, perdu tout espoir face ce grand difice, empiriquement inaccessible...
Jour aprs jour, ma raison disparu, laissant au dsespoir, Et la chute de l'empire pour lequel j'aurais voulu combattre.
Je prfre plut't que de voir cette socit Prendre la forme que j'ai rejete...
Je d'autres solutions que celle de partir seul, esseul, Plut't que de rester ici bas, me dans mon chec."
[Death before
by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cr]
This pain -the deep incision- Now only represents a wound Compared to my brain damage
I thought I would get of my wretchedness and torments But each day a new appeared around my heart Yet granting me any answer...
I couldn't fight for ideal, for this fortress, I lost all hope in front of this huge edifice, unreachable...
Day after day my was disappearing, Leaving room for And for the of the empire for which I would have so liked to fight.
I prefer to die instead of society the shape I had always rejected...
I have no other than that of going away, voluntarily alone, Instead of staying down here, for my failure...
from french by Aries]