Sa main repose sur une gerbe de lilas,
Draps doux de satin ;
Son désir vous gondolle de haut en bas,
Litée de putain.

Une étoile terne allume vos larmes taries ;
Enfant extatique,
La rose de sa bouche, vous tire des envies.
Soupirs romantiques.

Vos corps en noir se tordent, tordent - Ils sont fous !
Et dans la chapelle,
Ses bras blancs, merveilles, sont marqués de trous...
Repose, ô pucelle.

Pâles figures, vous mentez au pieds des vasques,
De vous rient les Dieux !
Dans la nef tomberont aussi vos masques,
Lents remords envieux.

You've got your hands pressed on your pelvis
Around, damn, an odor of burned flesh
You've the hips destroyed by pain, you thresh
Silentely asking how your gonna piss

This is a sad lied, little crucified

Everything is white, white
The small girl is dire, dire
The little teeth bite, bite
Now there's just fire, fire
And the blood drops slide, slide
Please try not to cry, cry
Present for the bride, bride
Nevrose in her eye, eye

Human Lunacy, children of madness
So near of you, singing a lullaby
The little girl spits your life, aweless
And murmurs "My name is Humanity"

This is a sad lied, little scarified

Everything is white, white
The small girl is dire, dire
The little teeth bite, bite
Now there's just fire, fire
And the blood drops slide, slide
Please try not to cry, cry
Present for the bride, bride
Nevrose in her eye, eye

In this spewing stink, putrid smell of rage
Giving them your earth, you moan, lascivious
You're gonna die 'cause they're so obnoxious
And your skin will be famous through the age

This is a sad lied, little crucified

Everything is white, white
The small girl is dire, dire
The little teeth bite, bite
Now there's just fire, fire
And the blood drops slide, slide
Please try not to cry, cry
Present for the bride, bride
Nevrose in her eye, eye

You digest their hate, hands nailed, suffering
Dreaming of heaven, life's attrocity
You fall, see, hell is the reality
Don't strike the little girl, your dick's bleeding

This is a sad lied, little scarified

..o.O.Ly.O.o..

Un soir d'automne aux yeux moqueurs,
Marchant inerte vers la rancoeur ;
Le nez piquant d'une sale odeur
De putréfaction, Ô labeur!

Une petite Mort traînant sa faux,
Qui se dirige, triste bourreau,
souiller le lit des tourtereaux
En plein ébat, bel échafaud!

..o.O.Ly.O.o..

It was winter, it was the wind
So much of cold, so much of fear
I was so lost, I was so blind
Just a last breath, just a last tear.

I was nothing, there were no things
A pale blue rain, a hard dark think
I played a game, trapped by rings
I made my steps, without a blink.

And then your eyes, and then your skin
So much of life, so much of love
You were a light, you were somethin'
I followed you, out of my alcove.

But somebody stole you to me
And I just saw the snow again
And I yelled, and falled on my knee
And you cried, too far of my brain.

It is winter, it is the wind
So much of cold, so much of fear
I am so lost, I am so blind
Just a last breath, just a last tear.

..o.O.Ly.O.o..

A nostalgique cold, wich tortures my hips wildly,
Spitting a rotted blood, its breath too near of me,
Sings an unnamed little song, wanna die ;
Ô dear, host your putrid hands of me, wanna fly!

Rising in a chamade of stagnating movements,
It slauthers without pity my achievements,
And I scream, and I cry, silentely in the winds,
As a desicated petal somebody finds.

And the Death brings clother his scythe gradually,
And my life flies, flies on the scythe passively,
And my lung consumate without slackening,
And in the wood, we can hear the rain's drips falling.

Ô dear, you my ice maker, my frozen lover,
Do not give me up thus, my ice floe supplier!
Do not give me up thus, I won't be a darkness slave !
Do not give me up thus, I am not enough brave...

..o.O.Ly.O.o..

Scépulture d'amour dérobé,
Tombeau de tristesse refoulée ;
Espoirs accablants de passion.

Pensées meurtières du passé,
Hyme saignant d'un coeur blessé ;
Auréole de putréfaction.

Niant mon âme tourmentée,
En fait je l'aime, rien n'a changé.

..o.O.Ly.O.o..

The day I sleep
Under a stone
Color of time

The night I dance
And I'm fleeing
Through the wind

I am a soul
Lost by someone
Always loving.


..o.O.Ly.O.o..

My ghost in the fog like a faded cornflower
Your pelvis against mine, a bit of warm in the winter
Science of lying, my blood's dripping, you murderer !

I have your mark on my skin, dark witness of your hate
I have your face on my hands, follow my look through the bone
The soul hidden on your skull, and the strip, slowly, penetrate
The flame of my youth, my name carved on the stone.

..o.O.Ly.O.o..

Because there's no sun, I'm blind
Because I still hope, I'm blind
The only thing I dare want now
Is screaming deeply through the wind
There is no way for me to follow
Without my fears, I know.

Am I too lose to try?
Am I too fool to cry?
I'm just wanting you near me
But I'm blind, I can't see.
(Come and save me)

Because there's no song, I lay dying
Because anybody talk, I lay dying
The only thing I dare think now
Is that my wounds are still bleeding
I'm so young (Am I born?) I wont grow
Am I more than some blood in the snow?

Am I too lose to stay?
Am I too fool to pray?
My soul stand in a lake
But I'm dying, I cant wake.

I'va been alone on this side
My solitude, my love, my suicide.

(Listen... I'm not breathing anymore...)

..o.O.Ly.O.o..

La petite fille s'élance
Une si jolie danse
Pour trouver l'Amour
Petite fille du Jour
Dans les bras infinis
De l'impalpable Nuit

Quand dans l'Obscurité
L'enfant est tombée
C'est de ses douces mains
Que l'aida le Matin
Mais fillette amoureuse
Voulait sa Ténébreuse

Elle fuyait le Soleil
"La Lune est sans pareille
Et mon coeur a besoin
De la Nuit de demain."
Tourbillon de pensées
L'enfant à perdu pieds

A la tombée du soir
Fillette emplie d'espoir
Trouve la nuit blessée
Et tente de la soigner
Mais la Nuit égoïste
Rend la petite fille triste

Petite fille dans sa danse
A perdu son enfance
Son pied est dans la tombe
Elle vascille et elle tombe
Sans espoir elle supporte
Le poids d'être déjà morte.

..o.O.Ly.O.o..