Un regard qu’une ombre étrange voil

Un regard qu’une ombre étrange voile
Se tourne dans la nuit aux cimes d’éther
Vers ce cimetière des lueurs mortes
Se mêle le chant de l’âme et de la Bête
Voyez le brouillard de l’existence, puissant et calme,
Frémir et resplendir sous le linceul de cette nef obscure !
L’épanouissement de la vérité s’éveille du sépulcre
Une malédiction disperse en une heure trouble
Le corps sur cette Terre et l’âme dans l’éther
Dans une région vague et crépusculaire
En cet asile, cercueil, abîme, écueil
Où le Soleil n'est que chimère
Où sous la Lune il est vain
De croire en la Lumière…

Ô Grands Anciens ! Ô Malédictions !
Dans les profondeurs de ce tumulte putride
Séparée du monde profane, sanctifiée par la Mort
Voici le sacrifice de ma vie pour être à vos côtés
Aux portes de ma tombe, dans l’infinité de ma déchéance
Pour vous écoutez chuchoter mon nom
Mourir d’une dernière démence…"

L’âme humaine est morte aux yeux de ces fanatiques
Dans nos yeux de damnés des flammes vacillantes,
Reflets d’un espoir funeste, d’une utopique espérance,
Le visage ridé par les stigmates des lames du temps
Par la fourberie de l’existence infligeant une souffrance
Dans la misère de cette infection suffocante
Par la malice d'une angoisse accablante
Offrant une lutte durant ces sombres éons
Contre la terreur poignante d’une horreur sans nom
Tapie au cœur du puit des lamentations

Résultats (Anglais) 1:

A look a strange shadow veilTurns on the night at the peaks of etherTo this cemetery of glimmers deadBlends the song of the soul and the beastSee the fog of existence, powerful and quiet,Thrills and shine under the shroud of the dark nave!The development of the truth awakens of the sepulchreA curse disperse in a troubled hourThe body on this earth and the soul in the etherIn a vague and twilight regionIn this asylum, coffin, abyss, pitfallWhere the Sun is that chimeraWhere under the moon it is vain Believe in the light...o great old! O curses! In the depths of this putrid tumultSeparated from the secular world, sanctified by deathHere the sacrifice of my life to be at your sideAt the gates of my grave, in the infinity of my revocationTo listen whisper my name Die last dementia..."The human soul is dead in the eyes of these fanatics In our eyes of wretched of flickering flames,. Reflections of a grim hope of a utopian hope, Face wrinkled by the stigma of the blades of the time By the treachery of the existence inflicting sufferingIn the misery of this suffocating infectionBy malice of overwhelming anguish Offering a fight during those dark aeonsOn poignant terror of unnamed horrorTapie in the heart of the well of lamentations

Résultats (Anglais) 2:

A look a strange shade sail
he turns at night to crown ether
Towards the cemetery of dead lights
Mingles the song of the soul and the Beast
See the fog of existence, powerful and quiet,
shuddering and shine under the shroud of the dark nave!
The blossoming of truth awakens the tomb
A curse disperses blurred hour
The body on this Earth and soul in ether
In a vague and twilight region
In this asylum, coffin abyss pitfall
Where the Sun is only chimera
Where under the Moon it is vain
To believe in the Light ... Ô Ancient Ones! O Curses! In the depths of this tumult putrid Separated from the secular world, sanctified by Death Here sacrifice my life to be with you the doors of my grave, in the infinity of my downfall To listen whisper my name Dying a final dementia ... "The human soul is dead in the eyes of these fanatics in our damned eyes flickering flames, Reflections of a fatal hope of a utopian hope, face wrinkled by the scars of time blades by the craftiness of the existence inflicting suffering in the misery of this infection suffocating by the malice of overwhelming anxiety Offering a fight during those dark eons Against poignant terror of a nameless horror Tapie in the heart of wailing well

Résultats (Anglais) 3:

A look that a shadow strange veil
Se is running in the night to the tops of ether
toward this cemetery of the glimmers died
mingles with the singing of the soul and of the beast
See the fog of the existence, powerful and quiet,
shudder and shine under the shroud of this nef obscure !
the vitality of the truth awakens the sepulchre
a curse dispersed in an hour disturbed
The body on this earth, and the soul in the ether
In a region wave and crepuscular
In this asylum, coffin, abyss, pitfall
or the Sun is that chimera
or under the moon it is vain
to believe in the light ...

Ô Major Veterans! Ô Curses!
In the depths of this tumult putrid
separated from the profane world, sanctified by the death
Here is the sacrifice of my life to be at your side
The doors of my falls, in the infinity of my disqualification
for you listen whisper my name
die of a last dementia ... "

the human soul is dead in the eyes of these fanatics
in our eyes of damned flames wobbly,
Glare of a hope evil, of a utopian hope,
The face ride by the stigma of blades of time
The deceit of the existence inflicting suffering
In the misery of this infection stiffling
by the malice of a anguish overwhelming
offering a fight during these dark eons
against terror poignantly of a horror without name
Tapie in the heart of the puit of lamentations