In a dark isolated room , with dampness in the air ,
lay a pregnant nymph frightened
by the lack of hope broadcasted by this place .
A place seems to be out of the plan of god ,
with only the coldness and silence ... The silence of misfortune . ( léger écho sur " silent " )
She's about to give birth to her most important fear .
Not spawned from a rape but by love .
A dream suddenly obscured by claws so strong ...
The claws were from hell and were grinding her subconscious with an unknown pain .
Completely withdrawn into herself with rolled back eyes
and afraid to confront the critical moment ,
she's crying , she's suffering
and from a womb blue with pain begins to appear life ...
A life representing the pupil of the Master .
From a fertile temple , god has spawned its own death . ( écho sur la fin de "death" )
Like a tired father subconsciously leaving his reign
via parricide to a thirsty son ...
All was done in secrets ,
all was done in filth ,
all was done in fear ,
all was done in beauty ,
all was done with sweat ,
all was done with blood ,
all was done in spite of us ,
and in incomprehension .
Not the son of man but one of his sons
Amongst ...
Any of those beings are a gift to greet with all our heart .
And through us , sons of man , pure hatred towards our fellow men
isn't selective but absolute .
When her eyes were re-opened ,
it was tears of joy that falling on the cheek of the woman ;
Tracing in the dirt the fate already written of this son .
A son who will contemplate grace and perfection
with bliss ...
lay a pregnant nymph frightened
by the lack of hope broadcasted by this place .
A place seems to be out of the plan of god ,
with only the coldness and silence ... The silence of misfortune . ( léger écho sur " silent " )
She's about to give birth to her most important fear .
Not spawned from a rape but by love .
A dream suddenly obscured by claws so strong ...
The claws were from hell and were grinding her subconscious with an unknown pain .
Completely withdrawn into herself with rolled back eyes
and afraid to confront the critical moment ,
she's crying , she's suffering
and from a womb blue with pain begins to appear life ...
A life representing the pupil of the Master .
From a fertile temple , god has spawned its own death . ( écho sur la fin de "death" )
Like a tired father subconsciously leaving his reign
via parricide to a thirsty son ...
All was done in secrets ,
all was done in filth ,
all was done in fear ,
all was done in beauty ,
all was done with sweat ,
all was done with blood ,
all was done in spite of us ,
and in incomprehension .
Not the son of man but one of his sons
Amongst ...
Any of those beings are a gift to greet with all our heart .
And through us , sons of man , pure hatred towards our fellow men
isn't selective but absolute .
When her eyes were re-opened ,
it was tears of joy that falling on the cheek of the woman ;
Tracing in the dirt the fate already written of this son .
A son who will contemplate grace and perfection
with bliss ...