1. NYMPHES - LES SEMENCES DE L'IMPIE (INSTRUMENTAL)/IRIS VERSICOLORE - LES ALSEIDES

Here began the way leading to my end

I tramped in a vast field covered with lily's white
Thirsting for one to hold between my fingers
And to smell her scent, in her petals to bite
But in my eyes, they all came and went as strangers

In spite of my grief I left behind
I prowled with springtime of a flame to find

As I still walked, I saw in the middle of the meadow
An Iris purple and rose, all in beauty and attractive odour
She was not mere great but bathed of so much splendour
That it whorly obscured any flowers with her shadow

And she veiled my eyes to any other one...

I didn't realized that the marvel of so much fragility
Could take my heart and embraced it with sensitivity
I loathed to ravish her but emotion was too strong
I didn't see what lay behind and was so wrong

Next to her, I privated her roots of water to consume
To take this Iris under my nose, to savour her perfume

Peering at her freshness, her succulent colors fade to dark
A withering flower was laid in my hands under sun's spark
I imagined her in eternity as I provided her burial
Thinking of her flourishing in meadows immortal

I didn't realized that malice growing in such fragility
Could drain my heart or strangled it with superiority
I killed this flower but I was mislead all along
I confronted what rose behind and was so wrong

Next to her, fields sway with this deadly flower to inhume
And winds carried death all over with its stenching perfume

Peering at her darkness, her sickly calyx had no more assets:
A withered flower was laid in my hands under sunset

While I grant her to the soil from which she was part
She squeezed my blood-soaked heart
And drank of my innocence drop by drop
Until streaming of my veins be close to stop

And lain on the back between life and death,
I felt like a damned awaiting to expire his final breath
But flower was still living, thirsted with nectar of innocence
And me, crawling I went to the darkest forest's entrance


2. SABOT-DE-VENUS - LES DRYADES

Wood enclosed me in enchantment as nymphs of oaks healed me Inside their shack… in the grimness of the forest"

While I recovered alone in a glimmering lighting
I nearly heard the sound of leaves rustling outside
But I was unaware that summer could lose its fighting
Against the cold standing upon the wind astride

When I opened curtains of the window
I was looking the leaned oaks
Where upon fierce winds continued to blow
Swirling with snowy smoke

A white blemish landscape
In summer's peak appeared
And the sun for one day in escape
With summer disappeared

And the next morning where as I went out
The sight offered to me was desolating
In the garden where all fair flowers sprout
Only ivory cold drape was now spreading

Then snow melted away alike Sabot-de-Vénus powers
But just before my eyes dried from all flowers
I saw the shades of my beloveds to ascend in the sky
With my soul lain into their arms in a last goodbye

Days after featured bleak and tainted with grief
And worst they were when I saw the fall of the first autumn leaf
But I was without soul for Venus seeds has lost their charms
And some days before, they were so many in my arms

Could I still live without this myth called Soul?
And soulless, I recalled that morning…

When I recovered alone in a glimmering lighting
I nearly heard the sound of leaves rustling outside
But I was unaware that summer could lose its fighting
Against the cold standing upon the wind astride

When I opened curtains of the window
I was looking the leaned oaks
Where upon fierce winds continued to blow
Swirling with snowy smoke

A white blemish landscape
In summer's peak appeared
And the sun for one day in escape
With summer disappeared

For with the light that was bright underneath my nights:
My soul was to forget


3. COEUR SAIGNANT - LES NAIADES

While the autumn blew its agony and the sun dilated its pupil I walked along a silent and dismal river

Smelled you into the wake of gleams breathing dawn's steam
Impregnating your bloody heart

Felt you into the lake of dreams caressing dew's streams
Gorging your bloody heart... my black vision of art!!!

Priestess of my salvation
Personified my desire
Consuming my exaltation
Once she was my deepest fire

And she painted her words with a mystical voice:
Je t'ai envoûté, délicate créature, avec ma fragrance vipérine
Et mes pétales impurs, gorgés de l'essence de la rosée
Tu es venu pour toucher de tes lèvres ma divine substance
Mais tu m'as défié... et tu pourrais t'entendre
Roussir dans l'incandescence...

So, you should be the only one to se me embrased!

I needed a flower to appease my gloom
I needed a flower to release my doom
I needed a flower to increase my might
Bloody charms in my heart to cease to light ...
All the ghastly images within and out of my world

You heard me into dark alike hell, captured under the spell
Of a wild bloody heart

Afterwards in time, vile flower throve around my body
She palsied my senses, possessed me and poisoned my nerves
Vulnerable, I loathed to struggle this damndest keen flower
Alas! It was idle to fall in grievance filling a mere of tears
I was condemned!

Countess of my damnation
In bed of my funeral pyre
Waited for my execution
An apology by fire

So, she should be the only one to se me embrased!
I needed a flower to appease my gloom
I needed a flower to release my doom
I needed a flower to increase my might
Wounded and burned, I fell at the edge of the night

You tasted me in a dark twilight next to a river of unlight
Crowned of Cœurs saignant

You saw me as a spectre forlorn, satured with scorn
For one of those Cœurs saignant


4. HELLEBORE NOIR - LES OREADES

I left my body to the river, impure and souless, deprived of all my senses ... When I woke up, I was in a shore overhanged by a great white peak. I began to ascend this monster of ice…

Alone, forsaken to the mountain's frost
Whose snows covered my blinded eyes
I fell down to my knees with a growing disgust
I knew I would be more lucid and wise…

And coldness poured out its poison of snow
In the chasm where once was my emotions
And coldness infused its venom of snow
A web of ice crystallised my mental conceptions

Captured by winter, malignant hunter
I fell down my nest, at foot of the higher crest
My mind was a blizzard, longing for war
Far away from me, came a dark folly

And coldness poured out its poison of snow
In darkness where authentic myself was dead
And coldness infused its venom of snow
A spider devoured the piece of my reason I shed

Torrential thoughts danced in disharmony
A procession of demons from past epoch
Corrupted in a reality soiled since the dawn of humanity
A procession of creatures worst than demons evil unlock

Could I pierce the icy cloak covering my mind
Alike an hellebore noir defying winter cruelty?
Was I insane if I knew the origin of my insanity
Where was what shall not be known by the blind?

Every entity has its own no sense
(For stranger is a state we all are)
You was my hell and I was your war
(Every deity owns its sufferance)

As I saw her emerging from coldest ground
A mountain fruit with all the taste of a majesty
Where there was no more finest flower around
My hopes died for further marks of true sympathy

Lunatic in a voyage darker than love
I understood why my torments endlessly throve...

And I understood alone...


5. SUCCUBES - LES FLEURS DU MAL

At last, I see the gates of hell open wide. Substance of evil and gods of darkness rise up before myself, unified in the vilest divinity, delivering these words

You, my tenebrous conception spawned in hate
Do you realize how cruel is your fate?
You request the sewer of these evilest seeds
I know the one you need, it's for my reign he breeds

Before the throne of malice
I offer you this full chalice
Gorged with a philtre of lucidity
Now see my demoniac Divinity

I am the sewer you ever invoke
It's in my soil that you now soak
Even if you longed to confront me
Look presently at this malicious army

We are five in the same entity
Five ghastly gods of obscurity
We are the shade of Divinity
Our name carried over all clarity

Spawned by grimness and evil
We sow the seeds of castigation
Is a nymph more lurid than a devil?
Only remember your body's violation...

Vampires of men, sustaining with right
Fetching at first look, uglier in next sights
Raging succubus thrown in the nature
Drawing the source of frail creature

Queens of demons dissident
Immortal nymphs of the last blow
Signed a malicious, insidious covenant
When they grew in a ground evil hallow

As seasons passed on by
Clouds were heavier in your sky
Filling the wide open hole
Where slept your essence nymphs stole

A flower was destined for each part of your creation:
Iris drained your innocence
Coeur Saignant killed your sensations
Héllébore crystallized your intelligence
Sabot-de-Vénus robbed your spirit
Salicaire ruined your dream's outfit

In each human, poison deep inside sleep infectious and tenebrous
You are the one who decide if it must become vigorous
Out of each man, flowers await to be taken
We are the ones who decide if it should be your lethal stake...


6. SALICAIRES (SANG DES BLESSURES) - LES OCEANTIDES/NYMPHES - LES SEMENCES DE L'IMPIE (INSTRUMENTAL)

For with the light grew brighter in my eyes, either part Of life melted themselves. Confused I didn't know what Happened, all thoughts were neatly close to agony. Once Again, I suffered as my taste for life grew lower spiced By an embedded fever. My life exiled in a mirage where Only dreams could appease my rage... as evil grew higher In me.

Dreamy ocean was my only mirror even though I couldn't Hear me to roar. I couldn't see my loneliness, I couldn't Feel me and I was senseless. I couldn't taste, I couldn't Smell, I could only dream in a curious spell.

Salicaire pictures floated in my mind, another creature Dressed with sweet scent. Even in dreams, I tried to Resist but I was blind. Even though I knew, I swam to this Grimy plant.

As waters of consciousness turned to red I pondered... And If all was a dream. NO, RATHER A NIGHTMARE!!!

Murder me! I am trapped in emptiness hall as an agonizing Survival. Now permit me to seize immortality, I long for The end of my Calvary. These walls I now baptize them: Mind! These fences I now baptize them: Pain! This prison I Now baptize: Myself! My mind is in pain inside myself…I Curse you flowers!!! I curse your seductive images! I Curse you sewer!!! I curse your garden mirage!


7. LES POSSESSIONS CHTONIENNES

Les cieux s'épouvantent; Les glèbes se desserrent
Et laissent fuser un magma de dieux chtoniens
Gravissant l'empire abyssal, acrimonieux,
Pour asservir formellement la providence mortelle

Ces dieux crépusculaires, les ténias de l'astre terre
Outrepassent les enfers pour corrompre votre chair
L'écho de leur vil sadisme vibre d'un charnel séisme
Dans l'abject ascétisme des cœurs chastes de tout déisme

Ici-bas, une caste aux commandes manipule et régit vos Cerveaux critiques
Mais pourtant le mal purifie de son venin le sang des Eveillés hérétiques

Parmi les mortels, s'exhale la perfidie des opprimés
Et d'insondables visions mortifient les cœurs anthracite
L'équilibre primordial de l'inquisiteur et du condamné
Bientôt transgressera le côté des illicites

Délectez-vous du poison originel!

Les flammes attisées par le courroux déifié
Des incubes exécrés que chérissent ceux abhorrés
Sont l'adjuration malicieuse de toute vertu pieuse
Par-delà les voies insidieuses des doctrines religieuses

Ici-bas, le regard des vivants incultes est souvent Peupler par le néant
Mais pourtant le mal exalte de son emprise le brasier des Esprits résistants

Le feu est le royaume où séjournent les icônes de la Géhenne
Il transcende l'eau liturgique de l'oratoire des médusés
L'air est le poison par où s'infecte les stigmates de la gent humaine
Il transcende la terre où s'écroulent des dépouilles diffusées

Les héritiers pestilentiels qui subjuguent les emblèmes du Bien
Des légions de malignités hadales dans la lignée des Anciens
Aux brides de récitals envenimés par l'opaque part des Cieux
Présente à la face de l'orbe le désir de guerroyer l'ordre Des pieux

Et de signer de leurs sangs le livre où saignent les morts
Car ils sont affublés d'une mortification diabolique
Triomphants et vertueux dans un destin sans remords
Ils régneront dans l'obscure forêt des conquérants Hérétiques