Marche Funèbre Roots of Grief 1. These Fevered Days Lava spat back for miles Soil for my impermeable tomb Urged to stray from the aisle To erase me from this womb But afar, lo, its crawling might Crowns ignite green by light Roots harbor life nor sound Sunlight had never troubled the ground Jukai, the sea is deep My reasons for the woods to keep I dive in, troubled with doubt My vow is not to be found As night falls, a flight of all hope No longer designed to survive The egress, dead or alive Is by means of the rope Won't you drag These fevered days Unto the sea And let them bleed Under the trees These severed ways Will leave their trail Not to be found In time "Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom-- What fortitude the Soul contains That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot-- The opening of a Door-- Doom is the House without the Door - Tis entered from the Sun - And then the Ladder's thrown away, Because Escape - is done -" Three times dawn-to-dark The forest seeps in my skin The drought left its mark My life is wearing thin I contrive peers on my way The letter, the rope, the bones Descried nothing which atones I saw dim light but no new day Filled with thirst and hunger I sink into endless slumber No knowledge of what lies ahead My narrative is left behind A life swayed by regret Lines from a tortured mind For none will come to mourn A rose with only its thorn 2. As in Autumn We are As in Autumn From the trees We are the leaves Welcome to my sacred world A mise-en-scène of the nameless I wait for the curtain t fall On the stage of the forgotten A face, a name without meaning Your smile without a feeling I'm casting roles without a tale to tell In a theatre one cannot escape (from) Jesus Christ on the wall And children hiding in the garden We are As in Autumn From the trees The lens closed its eye upon me I'm captured in black and white Left with nothing to fight for No more days - I want nothing more In a world where nothing speaks I find but the traces of my deeds My wish falls on a deaf crowd Even screams could not escape my mouth Not the same Christ on the wall No children hiding in the garden This world infects me without impressions Leaving me numb without expressions A thousand words I take with me The screams, the anger, the dark whispers You'll never know what I hate You'll never know whom I love I am stil here, but I'm not alive With no one to help Why can't I tell you Why can't you help me Please, help me die.... 3. La Marche Funèbre: L'avenue des cœurs passés A somber view... of dying love The air breathes pain and loss I walk on dirty cobbles... Shimmering of old tears I walk on buried joy... Drowned hopes and shattered dreams Je me promène sur l'avenue des cœurs passés Et j'y trouve des belles âmes blessées Je me promène sur l'avenue des cœurs cassés La chaussée des larmes et des cœurs brisés... At my left I see a young woman Struggling for happiness Her child cries my name Until my ears bleed and my heart dies Another tragedy somewhere on the right Mother of some of my prettiest dreams Her heart in her hand - Her eyes look at me Black from unstoppable sadness Others appear... all beautiful creatures Once dancing as fairies under the moon As succubae in rapture... with me But I left without love... Their pain is mine Their broken hearts Their shattered dreams Are mine In my dreams they haunt me Angel claws tear my skin Their grief is now mine Leaving me... scarred and wrecked I know I'll have to bury These fragile dreams of love So deep... so deep... I wipe away my tears and walk on... To my sad past's funeral... 4. La Marche Funèbre: Nothing to Declare My eyes - died in salted sadness My ears - drowned in floods of blood My heart - buried with my past My life - leaving me... Nothing to declare - I left it all there Nothing to declare - but infinite despair And in this soundless darkness Bereft of almost all senses I wished and hoped for tranquility Awake dreams of eternal rest A myriad of distressing seeds Planted by my self and soul Awoke a restless inner ghoul 'Cause history can't be buried! I see - the faces of those I lost I hear - my name in desperate cries I feel - pain in my crimson chambers I know - I thought I had... Nothing to declare Sad memories haunt me Grief written in every nerve and vein The history of my dismal senses Leaving me... no rest or escape! This life-devouring desperation Drags me to the ultimate edge Embrace life (- Face death) As only in life I might heal... (Embrace life -) Face death As only in death I can hide... 5. La Marche Funèbre: Roots of Grief Feet stumbling, sweat running I breathe dust and walk on Until the end of the world To this broken life's end One way dead end road I sense... darkness and death I guess... this must be hell And I know I have to go... While my spine chills unendingly - I live! My hands search for escape - I gotta get away! Primordial instincts take control - I live! A stronge force of life calles me - I gotta get away! I grasp memories of blood and tears Reason shut down as I ascend I rise in trance as my life passes by A kaleidoscope slightly fading to black... 6. La Marche Funèbre: Bleak Beating pumping blood... Bleak peeking light... 7. La Marche Funèbre: Crown of Hope Slowly I realize... I am awake Lying under the wings of a majestic tree Mystified by this returning life Is this heaven? It sure ain't hell Wondering how I got here Getting up along the tree I hold its stem and freeze As its voice speaks to me... Please let me introduce myself I am your personal tree... of pain Growing ever since your first tears The living memory of all your grief My roots guided you from hell to life Lightening your wounds and heart All prepared for another start Thankful I bow and go I walk on... to yet another try To live, to love, and happiness Wondering what will bring me down - this time Wondering what will bring me down - in the end I walk on... to my life's burial C'est la vie, qu'on marche enfin... La marche funèbre Du berceau, jusqu'à la fin... La marche funèbre