1. A COLD AND WHITE FEELING

(Instrumentale)


2. L'ARCHIMEDE DE LA TERREUR

« Terreur ! »
La haine est apparue !
Les morts s'accumulent, ennemis de la vertu.

« Guillotine ! »
Et les faux révoltés tombent, Ainsi
La liberté témoigne de son prix.

Ils m'appellent L'Archimède !
Archimède de la terreur !

Alors se dressent les puissants
Car la France et l'Europe saignent.
Et le Chaos pourrissant
Sonne le glas de leur règne.

Le sang pour étendard et la chair pour vertu,
J’écraserai les légions de mes ennemis.
Je brandirai l'idéal et la gloire perdue
Contre les faibles, les couards et les maudits !

Fidèles au sang bleu et à l'or,
Tous seront reniés ! Liberté,
Egalité, Fraternité
Ou la mort !

« Ennemis ! »
Ils sont partout, chiens et traîtres !
Complotant derrière un rictus
Pour le compte de leurs défunts maîtres.
Qu’ils crèvent ! Je serai Brutus !

Nouvel empire, nouvelle guerre et nouveau pouvoir,
Mais la Veuve les attend, elle a bonne mémoire...

Tous les traîtres à notre cause doivent mourir,
Les Sylla, Les César, faites les périr !

Terreur !

Je suis faible, sans moyen,
Mes discours m'ont achevé.
Oublié des citoyens,
Ma vertu m'a isolé.

L'échafaud réclame ma tête !
Fous, enragés, hurlants, traîtres,
Avec effroi me comparent,
À un tyran ! À César...

Ô foule fanatique, nous nous sommes tous trahis,
Ta cause est perdue, ma vie s'achève ici.
Je suis incorruptible, même un pied dans le sang !
Une main pleine de têtes, l'autre dans le néant !

Je n’ai pu m'échapper,
Ils m’ont fait prisonnier,
Le bourreau saisit mes bandages,
D'un coup sec, m'arrache le visage !

Puis vient la douleur,
Puis vient le silence,
Puis viennent mes lauriers,
Puis l'éternité...


3. MASQUEMORT

Jack is dead!
A bullet in his heart!
His smile ripping his face.
Criminal...!
Remorse for a serial killer, who disembowelled
My mother and a lot of women...

The game ended up with his death,
After a last duel.
I’ve tracked him down for years
And now, he’s bleeding at my feet.

Dead ! Finally !
London is free !

I investigated the warm corpses,
Detecting his signature on the loose women...
They remind me my own mother...

And the remorse
Torments my mind,
What will happen ?

I killed him
And saved London,
Was it wrong ?

And the despair
Consumes my soul,
What will happen ?

I’ve ruined myself
To save London,
Have I been wrong ?

The hate has grown in me!
And, aimless, year after year,
New feelings of hatred and violence
Disturbed my dreams

And something else
Woke up
Under the moonlight:

Another killer was terrifying the streets.
"Masquemort", and his wrath
Was turned towards me...

His message was clear:
Jack’s death means nothing
« London will always have its reaper... »

Je vous hais, ô nuages noirs
Qui font pleuvoir sur mon crâne
Votre haine furieuse, votre décadence

Je vous hais, ô nuages noirs
Qui étranglent mon être
Brûlent mes ailes

Icare ! Triste londonien,
Emmène-moi par-dessus les toits
Consume mes chaînes

Icare ! Angélique prodige
Pardonne ma lâcheté
Et rends-moi la vie

There will be no redemption for this town !
There will be no redemption for me !
Between nightlife and nightmares,
Between murders and cries,
I realised !

Jack created a monster...
Filled with my own dementia...
This wasn’t insomnia, they weren’t nightmares…
Every night Jack had been reborn inside of me…
I, the new shell, was needing another name,
He chose Masquemort, and we started murders…

Bloody thoughts and drives were filling my head,
Predator instinct and pain were my drugs.
Frightened and conscious during his massacres,
I was the guilty spectator of my otherself.

Less and less lucid, losing notion of time,
I woke up angry, my hands bloodstained.
Between two crises, I’ve had to stop us.
I heard him screaming while we fell from Big Ben,
Will it be enough ?


4. MOUNTAIN

Two days ago, my wife died.
Loneliness has invaded me.
I need to leave our house for a while.
I'd like to find the Village,
Far away from my memory,
Far away from home. Beyond
Forests and hills,
Near the Snowy Mountain.

A long mourning trip !

Nature wanted me to forget my pain,
With waterfalls, giant trees and flowers.
I travelled through an Eden,
All alone but followed by singing birds.

The Forest was now behind me.
Alone on the road, I walked.
Around me, the Great Valley was quiet.
Then I had a bad feeling :
Stalls of merchants were empty and rotten,
As if they were abandoned for years...
Behold the Village, creepier than I remembered.
Fear was growing in me.

Why does the silence reign ?
What is this smell ?
The village is in ruins !
Effluvia of war and death
Cursed the silence,
Only broken by crows !
By crows !

Houses were still burning, corpses too,
Skeletons had formed a path surrounded by crows
To the Mountain...

Terror was leading me among skulls,
Maybe to my own death ?
Crows woke up to the sound of broken bones,
They were missing the taste of living flesh...

Nightmare !

The closer I got, the lesser I wanted to believe in
Because as far as I remembered, this mountain wasn't there...

A pile of tortured cadavers in their snowy grave clothes.
Dismembered, mutilated, butchered and cursed,
A storm under my skull :
Darling's face everywhere !
I buried her corpse, and I found a thousand !

Alone in front of the Mountain of the Dead !
Alone in front of the Mountain of the Dead !
Alone ! Mountain ! Mountains !
No! Mountains, everywhere !


5. ONCE UPON A TIME

Your appetites awake, oh monster of the closet,
And you shudder when the child draped of red pushes the door.
Your affable smile reveals your intentions,
Brilliant promises in the darkness of your soul.

It's time to taste the blood sweets !
Time to masticate the warm and smoky life !
She's coming, approaching, the delicate child...
Let's try a touch of innocence.

She doesn't understand : the house is quiet.
Suddenly, the Nightmare appears and reveals,
He swoops down on his prey, flooding her of benevolence.
Is she as delicious as she's innocent and pretty ?

She will cry - hang her throat !
She will scream - strangle her !
After all, food does not talk.

She will cry - hang her throat !
She will scream - strangle her !
After all, food does not talk.

Here is the meal ! Strangulation on an hatred bed.
The girl falls on the ground, you brandish your knife.
Bruising skin, inflicting pain,
And slowly you carve the best pieces.

She cried - excitation...
She is pale - masticate her !
After all, food does not talk.

She cried - delectation...
She is pale as a ghost...
After all, food does not talk.

Your appetites were curious, animated
By a deep and strange desire for knowledge :
When you saw this girl for the first time
You knew you had to take her life...

Monster !

The wine is flowing, frothy and warm
Out of her marvellous mouth - on her dress !
You hoped you carved up her soul
between bones and flesh !

Thighs and butt fried in the pan with butter !
Heart, brain and guts covered with salt and pepper !
Oh my God! Ah... you smell so good... you smell so good !
I can't resist to your melodic cooking sound !
I can't wait ! The bloodier the better !

The lunch is nothing without the posthumous dessert
The final touch, the cherry on the corpse,
So you seize a soft paper, a feather,
And sated, savouring with rapture the sharp words,
Inspired by your lair of meat, your sweet haven,
Still covered in blood, you write to the parents !
The scarlet rest of their daughter's hand scribbling :
« Once upon a time a man devoured your child. »


6. THE STRANGE SMILE IN NOTHINGNESS

(Instrumental)


7. THE OUTSIDER

Living alone for years in a dark castle surrounded by a deep and giant forest,
I spend my time reading tales and learning about human beings I’ve never met.
In the middle of the graves, my silent family,
I’m dreaming of the world, tired of that gloomy candlelight.

From my loneliness to see the sun beyond the woods.
I don't see an infinite and sunny sky, but a marble alley surrounded by the pale moonlight.
The beautiful faint light attracts me in a celestial journey…
A celestial journey, during which I'm able to slowly recover some of my old memories.

At dawn, I finally reach my goal, a beautiful mansion where I think I used to live.

Inside, human voices and silhouettes
Are suddenly afraid when I enter the gate.
The reason : a monster is standing in front of me !
The putrid incarnation of evil !
The nightmare was looking at me, breathing like a demon, stunning me...

In an ultimate shiver, I try to touch the monster and to break the spell.
In one second, I remember everything.
I remember everything !

I know always that I am an outsider ;
a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
This I have known ever since I touched the abomination,
and felt a cold surface of polished glass.

I know that light is not for me and I return to the catacombs, in the castle of myself.
I know that light is not for me and I return to the catacombs, in the castle of myself.


8. THE VOICE OF NOVEMBER

Oh, voice ! You, pensive avatar of rain,
Where were you when the baneful dreams
Pierced my soul ;

Oh, voice ! Where were you
When the dreamless night
Disturbed my sleep with a sinister boredom?

Night !
Silence !

Oh, voice!
You, love of my life,
Who haunt my skull, sing in my head
Promises of our sweet life...

Why have you disappeared ?
Where do you hide ?
Where do you hide ?

« There is still hope, my love,
But I need a proof of your desire,
I want to be all yours :
Kill our son. »

No ! Not my son,
Why should I kill him ?
Innocent ! He's only a child !

I can’t ! He is the only one
Who remains of you.
You died to give him life.

And what if I kill him...
Will you raise from the dead?
You or him, why should I choose ?
I’ve always known...

November. A fall made of painful choices.
A call. A smile. A candy for a child.
Now you sleep, but do you feel the rope around your neck ?
Don't worry, you won't touch the ground.
Fall through the window...
...And die !

This sound, is it the rope or his neck ?
Is it the life I've taken or a piece of my broken soul ?

Monster ! Have I still the right to live ?
Liar ! Where are you, my love ?

Jealousy, Jealousy,
Treason, treason,
You only wanted him by your side.
Jealousy, Jealousy,
Treason, treason,
I'm on my own now...

"la lala la la laaa"

I’ve heard you, darling, please, come back,
I shouldn't have doubted you,
Please, I need you to live ! To live !

A cold night, all alone,
Rain on my shoulders, a murder in my mind.
Pain, anger, shivers, regrets,
A cold night, going back in time until...
Darkness

Oh, voice ! I woke up
After a dreamless night and you’re not there.
And where is our son ?

Oh, voice ! I remember
What you told me to do.
I’m gonna end this madness, and kill myself !

Where am I ? In a kind of jail ?
Empty room, white walls, and I can’t move
I can’t move, I can't move, why the hell can’t I move ? I need to kill myself !

A straitjacket ! I got caught !
They think I’m mad and want me safe from myself.
Medication ? Stop breathing ? My head off the wall !
I can’t wait, how will I kill myself ?

Suicide !

I’ve listened to the voice, I lost everything !
I didn't let him live, now she won't let me die!

I've been me mad, mad, mad!
Now I can’t die, die, die!
But I’d like to hang myself high, high!

I didn't let him live, now she won't let me die.

They feed me, they protect me, I hope the madness will take me !

« Kill our son », No ! « I'll be with you ! » Get out !
Get out of my fucking head ! I'll kill me !
« Killer » No! « Killer ! » Shut up !
« Monster », Shut up ! « Monster » Liar !
I'll end your madness with me !


9. THE ART OF CHAOS

Partie I :

I was a dreamer. A simple dreamer.
A strange traveller in other's consciousness,
In worlds of flesh.

I was a prisoner - a prisoner in two jails.
Confined since the dawn of time
In a world of stone.

Trapped between walls, dressed with a black jacket,
They thought I'd never find my freedom again !
But I could sleep and leaving far away,
Then I was freer than ever.

Oh sweet reveries, bloody and hopeless !
Sweet as the Eye itself, which I had drawn on the walls
With chalk, with coal, with blood !
On the rotten and greyish walls of my cell.
I watched it and dreamed like a little child.

I saw a thousand of wonderful and delicious things,
A thousand of horrible and funny things,
A thousand gifts which I enjoyed with wisdom.

It was the Eye I had drawn on the walls,
With chalk, with coal, with my blood,
Which showed me the love of a father for his son,
And the hideous body of a premature death.
Oh sweet reveries ! Allow me to leave this place !
A cursed closet, an eternal mask, a lifeless mountain, a cleaver...

And I was offered everything, like a lonely and favoured witness.
It was the Eye, a paternal presence,
Fed with pity for me, it gave me what I wanted
And promised me these journeys in my dreams.

It was this Eye I couldn't recognize,
It was the Eye, who breathes of a new life,
A new form of chaos, of illusion,
It looked like Eternity...
Because when it appeared, gigantic, in front of me,
It wasn't made of blood or red.
He was alive !

Partie II :

It wasn't me who was looking at him
But he who stared at me, monstrous,
And who, in his absolute domination,
Was offering to me the unbearable truth.

My dreamlike journeys, my precious deliriums
Abandoned their lovely tinsels,
And the blood which flown hadn't this foreign flavour any more.
I think I was no longer a simple spectator.

Then the Eye growing and growing again,
Exceeded the sad reality of my rotten walls,
Of my rotten walls!
And took me far away behind me, in my past.
And took me far away behind me, in my odious past.

*

"Ma voix éclate dans ma prison.
Je reprends conscience un instant ; ma raison
Faite de charbon, de sang, de craie
Est celle d'un tyran, celle d'un possédé.

Odieuses haines, immonde vie !
J'ai repris conscience et quitté mon paradis.
Je serai victime, moi qui fus meurtrier,
Descendant de mon crime, père de ma destinée.

J'ai été dupé, moi, le prisonnier sans âge,
Car mes doux cauchemars, mes merveilleux délires
N'étaient pas des voyages
Mais bien des souvenirs."

*
The cleaver was in my hand and the mask on my face !
The corpses were in front of me !
Hanged, devoured, beheaded !

Who all watched me with the stare of the Eye !
Their eyes of chalk, of coal, of flesh!
Looked in my soul like vultures.
« What are you trying to tell me ? »

Now, the blood flows from everywhere and splashes on me,
He drowns my pleasure and kills the witness :
His flavour is familiar to me.

I want to vomit and I cry,
I can't breathe... I can't breathe !
All my dreams collapsed in the same time !
My face isn't my face. It's a mask, yes !

A mask I created with my flesh, my skin.
A damned fucking Eye !
A damned fucking mask !

Hidden from the sun, the moon, the light.
A damned fucking mask !
A damned fucking Eye !

I refuse to see the truth and look away
But the blood still invades my mouth and my nostrils.
Burning, it slips down my fingers and my clothes,
and bring with it the suffer of those I killed,
those I killed !

Partie III :

« Eye ! Go away, I beg you ! »

I tear my nails against the rotten walls,
I shout out to cover the truth, I cry like a child,
But she's here, under my skin, in my skull, on the walls,
With blood, with blood, blood !

And the Eye gave away my clever lie, my coward madness :
Never there were monsters. Never there were stories.
There were only me and this man with the ripped jaw ;
A candy for a child - and the sound of the rope ;
This castle in myself - the horror of others ;
Become a pile of tortured cadavers.

I shout out, I call for help, but nobody comes !
Darkness slowly climb the walls of my cell ;
May everything stop, may someone kill me !

Please ! Give me some pills of oblivion !
May the Shiny Eye and my reveries disappear, eaten by the darkness !
But tomorrow everything will start again !
Everything will start again, eternally.
Eternally !