"Les flammes de ces bougies,
RГѓВ©percutant leurs visages 
sur ce mur inerte... [bad word] humaine 
Sur laquelle, Jadis, 
Fut projetГѓВ© du sang... 
Fut projetГѓВ© mon sang...

Ô, Flammes Ancestrales
Sans misГѓВЁre, ni sensibilitГѓВ©...
Sans larmes, ni rires
Mais pourtant si rГѓВ©elles"

Puis ce sang, stagnant...
DГѓВ©routant l'isthme
De cet encГѓВ©phale errant,
Perdu dans le nГѓВ©ant...

Mais qu'apporterait le nГѓВ©ant,
Si ce n'est une nouvelle vie,
Face ГѓВ  cette entaille grandissante,
Qu'est la frГѓВ©missante mort humaine...

Qu'est ce que la dГѓВ©livrance,
Issue morbide et mystique,
Laissant place au vide glacial,
Et probablement ГѓВ  un prГѓВ©cipice...

Tel ce sang, stagnant... Fuyant la cohГѓВ©rence,
Divisant les sens, Perturbant l'ataraxie... 

[Translation]

[Alone In Front of Nothingness]

[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre CГѓВїr]

"The flames of these candles,
Reflecting their faces
On this inert wall...
Human [bad word] On which once
Blood was thrown...
On which my blood was thrown...

Oh, ancestral flames
Deprived of misery, or sensibility...
Deprived of tears, or laughter...
But yet so real . "

And this stagnant blood...
Sending astray the isthmus
Of this wandering encephallus,
Lost in nothingness...

But what else would bring nothingness
But a new life,
In front of this increasing wound,
Which [bad word] human death is...

What is deliverance,
Morbid and mystical outlet,
Leaving place for the icy void,
And perhaps for a precipice...

Like this stagnant blood...
Fleeing from coherence,
Dividing the senses,
Disturbing ataraxia...