wie durch pein gesteinigt und von furcht gejagt wie auf erden gefangen vom himmel verbannt ziellos, und doch mit ziel die vision des daseins in endloser
Amidst the streams of the river The flow Was achanging And autumn rain unfolded its charm With the thorns of absence So sweet to your skin In the dusty
Worse than mourning Disdain, dances at my side Another wasted day And shadows stained your silent face Yet Weary with passions The sevenfold seas were
Rain the rains of a lost angel's day. Her face washed over and over, again and again; Tears of sadness, tears of pain coloured red: Our love dissolved
Dernier Nocturne Cle cette encre qui parchemine ton visage... Dans l'orbe d'une caresse, La Troisime Soeur adombre la lumire. Elle aime en silence, libre
Errante a jamais sous la lune blafarde et voilee, Qui pleure la nuit, la pluie des douleurs etherees, La pierre au doux visage, levant ses yeux etoilees
Horror, Lucifer solutus, Anguis a catenis suis liberatus. A sparkling shade of hate embraced the whole horizon. A shadow of horror is risen The Sun is
"We, the host of Seraphim, the armies of bright, We do not rue the dire event That, with sad overthrow and foul defeat, hath lost us Heaven. Ever to do
SOPOR AETERNUS... O mortis secretum, ubi finis nervorum ? O funeris algor, ubi sonus somniorum ? The insane wine of the night misled my soul At the confluence
Horror atque terror Quid faciebas, malefice Die irae, dies ille Sovet saeculum in favillam. Lost in the garden, with the blood on my hands, Captive of
Second Nocturne Deus in adiutorium meum intende. O Domine, Te ipsum luce velans, Prodis ex alis ventorum. O Domine, Exaudieus omnes preces, Admitte precationes
Vaste oceane stellate, virgo omnis malefici, Est hospes mirus se mergens in sinum tuum. Creaturam tuam custodi, tempestate ignem arce, Quem non restinguere
Troisieme Lecon I'll die without a whisper against you, my Lord. Roses her eyes on the weary veil of Dawn. We were lost in a sea of darkness. A darksom
Dernier Nocturne Cele cette encre qui parchemine ton visage... Dans l'orbe d'une caresse, La Troisieme Soeur adombre la lumiere. Elle aime en silence,
"We are only pain, Our fighting was vain." Say the evil. Drowning in the sea of lamentations, Sinking in the Abyss of desolation... Orb Within Orb, The
He of the first, if not the first archangel, Great in power, favour and preeminence, He resolv'd with all his legions to dislodge And leave unworshipt
"The emerald rain shines and falls in vain. Away! Away! Away! Visions of sorrow, doleful shades, unfathomless pain. Rebuke me not in thy anger nor chasten
