- Abstract Senses
On this fall mourning,
leaves are creeping and dreary.
I scowl at this landscape
desperately, where a thousand
faces is hidden, but for Wise Men.
Would this infernal and fantastic
noise charge at the edge?
Or do my shameful thoughts
- Bitterness
Flowers are fading, theircries are
haunting me, petals of raining,
floral sobs. Thanks for dressing me
in this fall coat exhilarating all my
senses by this slight fetid humidity!
Trees are unveiling and their bareness
captivates me, heavenly still-life,
floral nudity...
- Dementia
Between Heaven and Earth
Stands up mankind little divine
and not sublime enough.
Between the unreal and the
material arises the incarnate man
little iridescent and Hell bends
down the persecuted little
idyllic and to afflicted.
- In the Throes of Apocalypse
Shadows rushing in the sky like fanatical riders,
winds are beating strong down on our lands…
No one ought to offend against the majestic Nature
You know how terrible her war hymn can be!
Shadows rushing in the sky like fanatical riders
Beginning a crazy run against all existence…
Drinking light and swallowing up in a smoke patch the screams of the repented.
- Les Meandres de l'Ame
A présent que tu erres
A travers des terres
Qui me sont étrangères
Là où la nuit est souveraine…
Parfois ton visage émerge
De cette foule incandescente…
Je vois alors clair en moi.
- Phoney Icons
Lost moments blown away…
They are wounds time cannot heal…
I looked at you as a friend,
I looked at you as a guide,
I wanted to be perfect,
perfect as a child…
I looked at you as a friend,
I looked at you as a guide,
- Picture Of Dorian Gray
Staring at the one occupying the picture
Both envy and hate got a grip on me
Time wouldn't fade the lines of his face.
Admired and lusted after by some noble guests
As you would be kept clear of by those who would've brought you up to deity.
I wish time would avoid me like the plague
- The Grievous Musician
Playing with your fingertips
on the strings of my weaknesses,
I don’t want to be your muse.
I pray that you will free me
from the weight of your dire chords.
Thus putting down the bow of your
desires, kind of echoes inside of me,
I pray for my soul’s ears