Misanthrope

Les crises de l'me
Crisis of soul
Succumbing to the eternal grief of sorrow
Mangle my plaintive cries
With shattered torments
I shan't modify your life's faith
Banish our endless sadness
Combustion's drying tears
Oh God, please try to help me
My soul is lost... disaggregate
Crisis of soul
Weakness of the brave
In a mortal silence
I emerge beyond my inner mirror
In a pure wounded harmony
Death keeps shelter over me
My blind eyes recognize
The sweetness of the sun light
Only one hope remains
In sickness to welcome you
Crisis of soul
The all lost souls' day