Les crises de l'me
Crisis of soulSuccumbing to the eternal grief of sorrow
Mangle my plaintive cries
With shattered torments
I shan't modify your life's faithBanish our endless sadness
Combustion's drying tears
Oh God, please try to help me
My soul is lost... disaggregateCrisis of soul
Weakness of the braveIn a mortal silence
I emerge beyond my inner mirror
In a pure wounded harmony
Death keeps shelter over meMy blind eyes recognize
The sweetness of the sun light
Only one hope remains
In sickness to welcome youCrisis of soul
The all lost souls' dayIn a mortal silence
I emerge beyond my inner mirror
In a pure wounded harmony
Death keeps shelter over meCrisis of soul
Would-be hypochondre
Crisis of soul
Infinite tragedy
Crisis of soul
Would-be hypochondre
Crisis of soul
Absolute mockeryLes crises de l'meHour of vengeance
Arrives on humanity's reign
Beneath the lying down corpses
I'm walking on the asphalt-vicotory's streetsMy wish is to live
In this dream which evades me... intoxicate
But my heart is bleeding
For those comrades who died for our causeLes crises de l'me
Dead star Misanthrope, wandering and dispossed of everything