L'ombre de la croix
In your long march, covered with the virgin's veil You hear the bell's distant sound, which annouce my dark funeral. Throught the shadows of the hood, you try to fly the memories, Which indefatigably nights and days, come haunting your mind. And however you see me again, still and always... Kneeded in the desolation, The face sadded, By the last blooming, Of the bloody rose... This rose, I couldn't steal to the loneliness, I press it in my hands, Under the mysterious statues' look to the dead eyes without emotions, And in spite of all your exertions in this world quiet and cold, You don't reach to catch your tears and this last kiss on my cold lips, You know yet that you're only kissing the death... Our sobs intermix themselves in the night immensity, Where I withdraw myself for ever in the loneliness, Letting the winds of despair, Caress your gentle face...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Si oculi tui repercursum afflatus tui sunt Reperies in meis Gravem luctus... Damnas Vitam, Silencium noctis in te collocare permittis, Opus unicum quaerente, Pedibus, manibus et facei Per uirgulta cruentis... Sed post munditiam respectum tuum, Persona oculis uianibus et saeuis se abdit Ostendens totum dolorem Et miseriam ferras... Et ea nox, uelut tantum alia, Supra linteum omittens, nunquam post perpetrabit Sumptuose reddixi Desperationem infinitam, quam animum meum prehendit...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Ô Vous Pénétrez dans les ombres De mes funestes Passions, Pénétrez dans ces livres, Ecrits aux traits de sang, Où aucune vérité, ici n'est voilée... Ô Vous, Imprégnez-vous de ces récits De souffrances et de ruines Où la joie se mêle aux pleurs Et où aucune lueur ne subsiste, Dans les ténèbres et l'oubli... Ô Vous, Fuyant cette cruelle vérité, Dans le scintillement pâle de vos yeux Se lit la macabre destinée De l'Ange aux yeux morts, La pureté, l'innocence, la déchéance... [THE BOOKS OF BLOOD O Thou Enter the shades Of my deathly passions, Enter those books, Written in blood strokes, Where no truth, here is veiled... O Thou, Become impregnated with these stories Of sufferings and ruins Where joy mixes with tears Et where no gleam remains In the darkness and oblivion... O Thou, Fleeing from this cruel truth, In the pale glitter of your eyes Can be read the macabre destiny Of the dead-eyed angel, Purity, innocence, decay...]
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026