Marche Funèbre
To Drown
1. Into Deadly Marshes
2. Valley of Tears
Valley of Tears
A cold wind rose
A sigh to chill
In the valley of tears
The roses’ grave...
Love grew like blooming spring
A long feast of passion fruit
Though loathsome ghosts of the past
Silently poisoned the hearts
How did it come this far?
All seemed fair and bright
How did it come this far?
To a love without light
With every moon new tears came
Initiating a catharsis of pain
A manmade soul rebirth process
That seemed never ever ending
And the tears kept coming
Like an ever flowing stream
Asphyxiating valley into lake
A sea of sadness…to drown in
Loathsome ghosts of the past
Poisoned the hearts
And drowned all hope
In the valley of tears
The rose’s grave...
3. The Well That Drowns Me
The Well that Drowns Me
O, dearest Princess
Did I still your heart?
Did I freeze your blood?
That passionate flood
I love so much
I know I hurt you
And the powerlessness
To undo this pain
To take away the vermin
Eating our unspoken bond
Is drowning me
No word, no smile
No blink of my eye
Seems to help me now
To kill this uncertainty
I feel myself slipping away
In the well of your thoughts
I feel myself
In the well that drowns me
All I really know
Are the tears in my eyes
The beating of my heart
The lack of… You
In my arms
The lack of… You
In my arms
My love
Did I still your heart?
Did I freeze your blood?
That passionate flood
I love so much
O, dearest Princess
All I really know
Are the tears in my eyes
The beating of my heart
The lack of… You
In my arms
The lack of… Me
In your arms
The lack of… You
In my arms
My love
4. Regiment of the Hopeless
Joined at agony’s crest
The regiment of the hopeless
Marching into nothingness
The overture for our demise
Crowded by despise
No manner to tranquilize
Our existentional wounds
Our reasons laid long broken
When pain stopped the world
5. Of Dreams and Vanity
All what is said will be forgotten
All which is done is in vain
For the wise and for the fool
There’s no remembrance
It is lifted from our hearts all too soon
All we have seen are shadows flickering on the wall
No truth to be found
Just the name of things, great and small
We’ve hidden our eyes in darkness
Not knowing what the mind was
To turn towards the sun
Our betrayal of the senses
Here, where we breathe
Existence is thin
Heartbeats gallop
And veins rip our skin
From all our dreams
We are only to awake
As our lives unveil
A path to forsake
As all our seasons fade
Into this numbness, mass of grey
The sole gift of heaven is the scorching rain
From which we turn away with shame
All the stories that have been told
Are left here for none to behold
All under the sun will wash away
Whilst the desertion of god lasts forever
As every statue crumbles
The great absence is felt
In the end, pain condemns our consciousness
All we have done has lead to our downfall
“Vanity of all vanities, all is in vain”
6. The Dark Corner
Whispers creep in me
Like splinters of glass on a crimson shore
Voices from the outside
Bleed my veins into cold dry rivers
This awkward feeling from my inner depths
Awoke my state of growing unease
Uncertain… I await my storm…
A ghastly flood into the darkest of me
Do I always end up there?
With tears and a broken I?
A book full of words, hollow and empty
At the end, in the dark corner
The Dark Corner – where no one looks
Behind the curtains – where no one hears
The Dark Corner – where no one feels
But me…
Every fresh start with a golden shine
Crumbles in a void of unspoken words
Any brilliant prospect fades
Into another dreadful ending…
Betrayed, and stabbed in the back
Bruised – beaten – broken
My heart hurt, yet still alive
… Far away from the light
Have I called it upon me… once again?
Is it my destiny to end behind the curtains?
… Far away from the light
At the end, in the dark corner
The Dark Corner – where no one looks
Behind the curtains – where no one hears
The Dark Corner – Where no one feels
But me…
7. Lethe
Viens sur mon coeur, âme cruelle et sourde,
Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents;
Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants
Dans l'épaisseur de ta crinière lourde;
Come to my heart, cold viper-soul malign,
Beloved tiger, hydra indolent;
Long will I drag my hands incontinent
And quivering, through this vast loosed mane of thine;
Long will I bury throbbing brow and head
Among thy skirts all redolent of thee,
And breathe — a blighted flower of perfidy —
The fading odour of my passion dead.
Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum
Ensevelir ma tête endolorie,
Et respirer, comme une fleur flétrie,
Le doux relent de mon amour défunt.
I'll sleep, not live! I'll lose myself in sleep!
In slumber soft as Death's uncertain shore,
I'll sleep and sow my drowsy kisses o'er
Thy polished coppery arms and bosom deep.
Je veux dormir! dormir plutôt que vivre!
Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort,
J'étalerai mes baisers sans remords
Sur ton beau corps poli comme le cuivre.
Pour engloutir mes sanglots apaisés
Rien ne me vaut l'abîme de ta couche;
L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche,
Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers.
I'll sleep, not live! I'll lose myself in sleep!
In slumber soft as Death's uncertain shore,
I'll sleep and sow my drowsy kisses o'er
Thy polished coppery arms and bosom deep.
To drown my sobs and still my spirit — o!
No boon but thine abysmal bed avails;
Poppied oblivion from thy mouth exhales
And through thy kisses floods of Lethe flow.
So to my doom, henceforward my desire,
I shall submit as one predestinate;
And like a martyr, calm, immaculate,
Whose fervour prods again his flickering pyre,
I'll suck, to drown my hate's eternal smart,
Nepenthe, and good bitter hemlock brew,
From the sharp rose-buds of thy breast, anew,
Thy breast that never did contain a heart.
À mon destin, désormais mon délice,
J'obéirai comme un prédestiné;
Martyr docile, innocent condamné,
Dont la ferveur attise le supplice,
Je sucerai, pour noyer ma rancoeur,
Le népenthès et la bonne ciguë
Aux bouts charmants de cette gorge aiguë
Qui n'a jamais emprisonné de coeur.
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