Cebren-Khal - The Lunar Tragedy Act 2: Mouroir, Mouroir, Suis-je Le Plus Mort?

En amont des rives de Mortshaped
La barque silencieuse de Charon décalque
Le lacet sinueux d'un sentier funeste
Ombragé de piliers d'écorce brune
Rendant plus ténébreuse la claire-voie

Ainsi s'impose l'estampe vert-de-gris
Des ténèbres gravées sur Mortshaped
Hantant jusqu'aux naseaux d'Eole
Et soufflant dans ces limbes, ivres de déraison

Dans la brume laiteuse de la Huit
L'écume surgit toute ire hors des flots noirs
Balayant sans répit l'empreinte exsangue de la Mort
Apposée sur les flancs des combes de Mortshaped

Souffles et pluies drainent dans leur sillage
Le drap écumeux de l'Achéron
Sillonné avec morgue par le nocher impassible
Ecumant les tréfonds d'un Érèbe noir

Où la Huit s'insinue, le jour ne perce pas
Qui ne saurait rompre son jumelage d'avec les ombres
Sombre et silencieux
Que l'effroi s'abatte sur qui ne l'attend pas

Dans la brume laiteuse de la Huit
L'écume surgit hors des flots noirs
Balayant sans répit l'empreinte de la Mort
Ténèbres gravées sur Mortshaped
Où la Huit s'insinue, le jour ne perce pas
Qui l'effroi s'abatte... Открыть страницу с текстом

A harsh three-headed birth is flush mounted with the languid air
Nyx let fall a vicious broadside

Behold this mayhem, sister!
The death throes are the black rye bread for tonight
At the bend in the path of black hedges
Clotho has spun a charming web

A harsh three-headed birth is flush mounted with the languid air
Nyx let fall a vicious broadside

Behold this mayhem, sister!
The death throes are the black rye bread for tonight
While some moires of guilt moon slash the helms of the Parcae
An ethylic and lachrymal marsh swamps Lachésis and her decree

(one page full of crochets etched on a score of bitter taste)

To give up the ghost to the Ghost of fear, near to cut
This ghost hung by a thread, Atropos!
And who holds now the flourished hand... above this thread?

A child song haunts the air, the swan song blooms on my doom
Exhaling the sensuous perfumes of death
The inflow of scents sustains the morbidness
Of a marmoreal neck into a swan singing

To give up the ghost to the Ghost of fear, near to cut
This ghost hung by a thread, Atropos!
And who holds now the flourished hand... above this thread? Открыть страницу с текстом

In mute affliction, I disgorge the embryonic nodes of sorrow
On an old holm oak, companion of misfortune, both ash-grey
Under the black peppery moon
Sad place to sadden
Sadness diffuses her heady fragrance ad nauseam

On the leaves carpet sheds the haemorrhage
Depriving me of a gloom moon
The sylvan curves of the shady grove call some ribald Bacchanalia

Permeated with this scent, I roam again under lunar bright
Facing this celestial odalisque
Bending back a light we can't bear facing
By its permanence, this amber beauty reveals its part of shade
Reflecting a slave condition, for aeons, witness of a sad sight

For aeons, I purchase what I will never reach
Drained and confused among the bare trees

In the wintry hoarfrost, I hear the acuteness of silence
Drives me back against morbid visions
Visions of chaos, roots of evil

Arise from the dead, I'm back in the land of the living
Dead,the with morbid pleasure, in the depths of despair
I will utter from beyond the grave, in one last breath

"Mouroir, mouroir, suis-je le plus mort?" Открыть страницу с текстом

For seven months I blench
Under the blackness that mislead
My steps towards... the whiteness
Then I'm leaning forward to see
In a perpetual alienation
The passing bell which echoes

A Libra unbalanced, suspended at the edge
Drains the cup to the dregs
On the morrow would be
The darkest day in the Stygian gloom

The moon makes me grow older
My ethereal feelings, formally haloed, and lightning
Darken now now insane heart
A certain leaning toward to be
Restless in Morpheus' embrace
Cause this recurrent nightmare Открыть страницу с текстом

Down through nine worlds of eternal night
Wind carries above desert plains
Forlorn echoes of a Banshee's sigh
By seven gates my doom has closed
On dusty galleries of decayed memories
Damned by treacherous oath of the Scarlet Whore

Silent echoes of a dreams' graveyard
Crystal notes of pure despondency
My soul so black wandering in circles
Fall from grace into deep nothingness
A dead child lost in labyrinth of time

Fractured mirror - Fragments of mind
A few nightdrops in vortex of tears
Haunted by dark flowers of regret
As a cross on my back and thorns on my heart
Hypnotic waves lapping the shores of Lethe

Across the five rivers under Hades' vaults
From dreadful Luciferian depths
To the dismal Cebrenian abyss
At three times of the saddest waltz
A crystal note of pure despondency
Dance with me into eternity
For Heaven is an empty grave

Everything is so cold and silent
Shadows of disincarnate ghosts
Will you claim back my soul and
Enchant with your lyre pale phantoms of my own inferno?

Pale souvenirs hanged on a dead tree
Celebrate the beauty of the absolute void
An embryo of light leads the funeral march
For all Death is alone
Will you claim back my soul and
Enchant with your lyre dark creatures of my inner Hell?

We die once again in this most pathetic drama
Into remembrance - withered charms of the past
Yesterday I'll bury them all - all my aborted dreams
One by one in a forgotten tomb

My failure is complete - For I dare look behind
Right into the abyss - And the abyss looks unto me
Black hole-eyed where all faith is lost Открыть страницу с текстом