Le cri tragique d'une enfant viciée Lyrics

Chained and tortured, the poor muscle melted on the day it learned it couldn’t live what was meant for it
A scream of agony erupted from the darkest of blood
To know all that’s left are the ruins of a never ending maze makes it rotten and corrupted to the core of the mind
Convulsing inside to throw out a sound of torment
Mourning the loss of itself

The unpleasant thought of a perpetual fall
In the somber confusion of a ruined remorse
One last breath torn away from a weak cage
Collapsing under a discomforting weight
A distant sound echoing a tortured soul
The violent shriek of a decayed carcass

Butchering the thoughts of an empty soul only destroys the head of the bearer who makes
A violent shriek echoing the mind, absorbing the strongest of bliss
Provoking the discontent evolves into breaking an innocent heart and throwing it underwater
A faint abstraction of the bleeding pulse growing dead within a melted muscle lost in a rotten maze

La crainte de la mort subite lui fit ravaler ses sanglots masochistes viciés du sombre tourment du nécrophile apeuré. L’aversion ressentie des tréfonds obscènes de sa chair subsistante raviva en elle la présomption délaissée lors de ses actes endoloris d’amour pour une abîme éteinte et vaste. Le doux parfum coagule au touché frigide d’une atmosphère lourde de ressentiments et de troubles avides d’adoration. Une nostalgie sadique qui transfigure la quiétude ressentie lors de l’union brûlante d’une passion béate.

I had a frightful thought
A timeless fall, unending
Incessant, Unchanging
I lost what was once mine
(She lost what she thought was hers)
The most precious of gifts
(Her most precious gift)
Corrupted, Eternal
(The deepest of tortures, forever)

A blissful agony evoking
A lightless path. A distant sound
Echoing the crumbled walls
An atmospheric madness
Begging to become alive
The tragic cry of an empty soul