Blessed In Sin

Paysage automnal, pluie, vent et tempete. Voile noir sur mon ame, pleurs de mon
coeur. Murmure spectral dune ombre banale.
Pleure! Pleure! Pleure!
Prisonnier du sanctuaire sordide: isolement douleur enfermement.
Somptueux monument de tristesse eternelle, jentends our moi, le threne du mustes
Mosaic of funest events which rules my life. You are the cause which creates the
work of my thought. - Sordid eternal work - Dark prophet of distress, in the past I
prayed the pristess for she granted me the stong nepenthes.
Tears and sickness without reaching the death. Pain of my soul. Pain of my body.
Ancestral pain, heart pain. Im reaching the sheol without passing through death.
I, the Hierophant, I, the Prophet. I dont know the therapy for evil which is in me.
My funeral work, mortuary art, will destroy my hope and salutary death.
You leave empty my heart, tearing and bleeding you plunge me in a monotous
worrying nirvana. And I dont stop languish divine misfortune.
Forme sans visage, vague souvenir...Ancestral. Les myriades infernales,
deferlantes maudites, hantent sans cesse mon reve dautrefois. Je ne puis
trouver le repos ni dans mes rimes ni dans la morphine. Je ne peux que glorifier le
dieu inverse qui ne craint pas detre tente, afin quil me tue dans son infinie bonte
Prisonnier du sanctuaire sordide; isolement, douleur, enfermement.
Jentends grace a vous le threne du mustes
Meurs! Meurs! Meurs!
Prisonnier du sanctuaire sordide, isolement, douleur, enfermement.
Jentends grace a vous, le chant funebre de linitie
Entreating the darkness for it takes me away for I was Healing of my
inner evil.
[ Melancholia Lyrics ]