L'espace vide laisse place au néant le plus infertile. Il ne reste rien de nos espoirs de salut. Ce grondement est celui du rien: bruit sourd d'une stérilité définitive... A la limite du pire, d'un bonheur intolérable... Eros s'éloigne et pourtant je sens encore sa présence. The breath of life seems so far away no more illusion, I have to see the face of emptyness, the colour of chaos Passionless visions of pure destruction Believe in me This plague, loveless, complete nihilism closes the gate of time believe in me End of time End of light Pleasure and suffering become putrefied dreams I feel no more the caress of life Le silence perdure dans son emprise égoiste et pourtant je crois dicerner un faible soupir My eyes need a new substance My ears reject their lethargy Blood have to run again Blood have to run again I'm nothing but I feel the spirit of the being I'm nothing but hope embraces my bones The caress of the light, the end of the night I'm waiting for the dawn Believe in me His hands are trembling, his will is pure weakness Fire has to be set believe in me May they stay in their abyss waiting for their existence Pathetic souls and regrets I laught as they fall I don't believe in him And I just believe in me Ante persistence, something is near Despite its absence It's allready there ante persistence, something is near