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Paysage automnal, pluie, vent et tempete. |
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Voile noir sur mon ame, pleurs de mon coeur. |
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Murmure spectral d'une ombre banale. |
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Pleure! Pleure! |
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Pleure! Prisonnier du sanctuaire sordide: isolement douleur enfermement. |
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Somptueux monument de tristesse eternelle, j'entends our moi, le threne du mustes |
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Mosaic of funest events which rules my life. |
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You are the cause which creates the work of my thought. - |
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Sordid eternal work - |
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Dark prophet of distress, in the past |
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I prayed the pristess for she granted me the stong nepenthes. |
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Tears and sickness without reaching the death. |
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Pain of my soul. |
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Pain of my body. |
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Ancestral pain, heart pain. |
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I'm reaching the sheol without passing through death. |
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I, the Hierophant, |
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I, the Prophet. |
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I don't know the therapy for evil which is in me. |
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My funeral work, mortuary art, will destroy my hope and salutary death. |
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You leave empty my heart, tearing and bleeding you plunge me in a monotous worrying nirvana. |
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And I don't stop languish divine misfortune. |
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Forme sans visage, vague souvenir... |
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Ancestral. |
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Les myriades infernales, deferlantes maudites, hantent sans cesse mon reve d'autrefois. |
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Je ne puis trouver le repos ni dans mes rimes ni dans la morphine. |
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Je ne peux que glorifier le dieu inverse qui ne craint pas d'etre tente, afin qu'il me tue dans son infinie bonte |
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Prisonnier du sanctuaire sordide; isolement, douleur, enfermement. |
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J'entends grace a vous le threne du mustes |
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Meurs! Meurs! |
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Meurs! Prisonnier du sanctuaire sordide, isolement, douleur, enfermement. |
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J'entends grace a vous, le chant funebre de l'initie |
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Entreating the darkness for it takes me away for |
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I was Healing of my inner evil. |
