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Au bout de ton fouet et au pied du mur
Tes sujets te mènent toi pourriture, au bout du monde
Noyé dans l'avarice et eux dans le chagrin
Ton peuple avance malgré tout ces jours sans joie
Malgré Ces jours de pluies et d'ouragans
Mangés tout cru, par ton manque d'agissements
Charogne des rêves brisés
Dans ton nid de mensonges, nos rêves se meurent
Charognes des rêves brisés
Tes secrets te bordent à chaque nuit
Tes faussetés et ta comédie te mèneront à ta perte
Jours après jours, ton règne s'achève a coups de larmes
Ton faux empire s'écroule devant tes yeux
Assise sur ton trône, ton doigt pointe vers l'artillerie
Alors que tes yeux moqueurs brûlent devant ta propre réflexion
Tu dis d'Aimer son prochain et tu secoues ton sabre
Telle est la devise de ton monstrueux pif
Charogne des rêves brisés
Dans ton nid de mensonges, nos rêves se meurent
Charognes des rêves brisés
Tes secrets te bordent à chaque nuits
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Dusk Falls
05:38
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As the kingdom has fell and the kings are bowing
Swords and mens fell to their knees
And as dusk falls and darkness crosses our world
the hours of twilight have started it's wrath
The souls of those warriors are taken like their pride, sorrow and pain are at bay
This world in which these man used to hold in their hand, is now cloaked in flames of greed
Tell me death, oh dear death
When the dying sun in the sky sings last breath
Will I come back, or is this war truly in vain
At dusk fall will I still be the same
Tell me pain, oh dear pain
When the shining moon that prevails my skin
Will leaving the shadows, guide me to quintessence
Will I meet them back at dusk fall? My fallen brothers
The road ahead is dark, soils filled with blood
A land where the dead cradle the souls
We left our home and families for the hard work of war
We are the stones that the builders refused
Fear not death, for the hour of your doom is set, and no one can escape it.
Better to die with honor than live with shame.
Blood brothers, with weapons in hands
Death before dishonor, let's all face it together
Knee to knee, we will vanquish
Forgive us mother earth for your soils are now pierced with blood.
We will not give up, until dusk falls on our souls
The day when ice would break and sun was high
We sailed with wind of fate across the seas
We followed the stars bright in the night
We only accepted to fall at dusk fall
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Vampire
04:26
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Symptôme de vampirisme
Hurlant dans la nuit
Étoilé d'un drôle de soleil
Le rêve transperçant le réel
Avec aucun esprit
Seulement qu'illuminé par les étoiles
Dans la forêt de ténèbres
Seulement qu'illuminé par des étoiles
Prisonnier à travers cette réalité
Cherchant la lumière de la vie
Lorsque tu n'a pas la chance
De les ténèbres que l'on sait
Prononçant les paroles ressuscitantes
Ressuscitant la mort des ténèbres
Où cette réalité est-elle ?
Dans les ténèbres de la vie
Symptôme de vampirisme
Hurlant dans la nuit
Étoilé d'un drôle de soleil
Le rêve transperçant le réel
La bave coulant des dentiers
Illuminant le jour de la nuit
Hystérique de cette, démentielle
Vivant dans la nuit du jour
Symptôme de vampirisme
Hurlant dans la nuit
Étoilé d'un drôle de soleil
Le rêve transperçant le réel
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The Black Swordsman
05:15
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“In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law?
Is it like the hand of God hovering above?
At least it is true that man has no control, even over his own will.
In the howling of an exasperated wind
Are my dreams simply distant memories?
At the heart of ashes, I dive head first
Where my blade bleeds the fire that burns hundreds of nights
Born from nothing, with the will of thousands
My eyes are empty and my soul is shut
The wisdom of ashes is all I have left
For in nothiness I have lived my entire life
A fight againsts odds and a fight against gods
Sinking in rivers of poisons, dipped in venom
In peril, I'll be the silence inside a tomb
And my mark in time, a forgotten scar.
A frost, A cold whisper in the air
Elapsed between my sanity and reality
Ashes are now, my home my ways to live
The laments of your lies in which I were guided thee
''I'll let you live so you can take a message to your master for me.
Tell him the black swordsman has come.''
In a prison of watchful eyes, scavaging my every act.
The blackswordsman will rise from it's ashes
May your lies be disposed in lividity
And your masquerade be worned out by my blade.
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The Gift of Hate
03:15
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Why cut yourselves short
it's time for your turn
Just like everyone, fake your damned smile
Of poisened teeths and vile words.
Hate is the gift that keeps on giving
Hate is the gift that keeps on giving
The pleasure that feeds the serpents in my head
There's thousand lies in your one sided meaning
And one dirty trick in your thousand smiles
Preachers of the fake to maintain control
Beggers of salvation, hoping for deliverance
Even hope holds no powers against the tide
Of your degeneration and your hypocrite soul.
Your eyes are the mirrors of the ones who were once such braves
Lies, corruption, is it really the answer
One question comes to my mind
Have you been corruped this whole time or has the roof just fallen?
Hate is the gift, it's what you swore for
Hate is the ghost with whom you will sleep with at night
Hidding in your eyes and showing itself
Whenever yours crosses mines
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Harmonie du Soir
05:40
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Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige
Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir ;
Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir ;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige !
Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir ;
Le violon frémit comme un cœur qu'on afflige ;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige !
Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir.
Le violon frémit comme un cœur qu'on afflige,
Un cœur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir !
Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir ;
Le soleil s'est noyé dans son sang qui se fige.
Un cœur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir,
Du passé lumineux recueille tout vestige !
Le soleil s'est noyé dans son sang qui se fige...
Ton souvenir en moi luit comme un ostensoir !
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Inanis
01:34
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Valen
02:13
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I don't remember what I even wrote, but I remember it talking about killing Hobbits and owning the one ring.
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FR: One man band de Métal Noir du Québec.
ENG: One man Black Metal band from Québec.
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