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    Pleurs Nocturnels

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    [Poetry : Arnault de Stael]
    [Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]
    [I. Spleen]
    My bleeding heart on the altar
    Shall forever be dark
    Under a moonless night I lay
    Embraced by the unlight
    Oh my sweet fleeting illusion
    You cast my dreams away
    Trough the valleys of oblivion
    I wander with dismay
    Can I find in disillusion
    A dark elevation
    Can I see in my bleeding heart
    A worthless emotion
    Oh death intenser
    My crestfallen love
    Pain is love highmeed
    My everlasting loss
    Unfolding a masquerade of grims
    All hope died in myself
    And thus ended the latest dream
    That I have ever dream
    Can I find in disillusion
    A dark elevation
    Can I see in my bleeding heart
    A worthless emotion
    Oh death intenser
    My crestfallen love
    Pain is love highmeed
    ... To forever lost...
    -Follow the dark aspect of life
    (it's now the only light)
    Under a dying sun
    Come glorify to the dark
    ... Nemesis come to me !
    [II. Renaissance]
    Make me die and reborn in a fleeting wisp of haze
    Oh goddess of the night wistful nocturnal bride
    Lead me to the everlasting and forgotten domains
    Of knowledge and beauty to glorify the dark!
    Amongst the stones sites of angels and all sad creatures
    Give me the thirst give the will to forget my anguish
    And build with all my grieves a cathedral of tears
    For eternal lovers to glorify the night
    [III. Awakening]
    The anachronical facades of my consistency
    Sad reflect of a spiritual isolation
    Oh myriads let us gather children of tragedy
    Oh myriads legions of tears for the final oration
    - Let us drink the tears flowing from my eyes -
    Let us drink the blood flowing from my arms
    [IV. Ideal]
    Ã" désir ardent
    Bois ce sang vermeil qui jaillit de mes veines
    Et s'offre àta gorge profonde
    Et goûtons ensemble
    A l'immortelle errance
    En purifiant nos âmes
    Par cette divine essence
    Qui nous mènera lÃÂ
    Où rien ne s'achève
    Sous des pleurs d'extase
    Esclavages nocturnels
    N'ayant d'égal que la nuit.
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