Misanthrope - Crisis Of Soul lyrics

Les crises de l'âme

Crisis of soul

Succumbing to the eternal grief of sorrow

Mangle my plaintive cries

With shattered torments

I shan't modify your life's faith

Banish our endless sadness

Combustion's drying tears

Oh God, please try to help me

My soul is lost... disaggregate

Crisis of soul

Weakness of the brave

In a mortal silence

I emerge beyond my inner mirror

In a pure wounded harmony

Death keeps shelter over me

My blind eyes recognize

The sweetness of the sun light

Only one hope remains

In sickness to welcome you

Crisis of soul

The all lost souls' day

In a mortal silence

I emerge beyond my inner mirror

In a pure wounded harmony

Death keeps shelter over me

Crisis of soul

Would-be hypochondre

Crisis of soul

Infinite tragedy

Crisis of soul

Would-be hypochondre

Crisis of soul

Absolute mockery

Les crises de l'âme

Hour of vengeance

Arrives on humanity's reign

Beneath the lying down corpses

I'm walking on the asphalt-vicotory's streets

My wish is to live

In this dream which evades me... intoxicate

But my heart is bleeding

For those comrades who died for our cause

Les crises de l'âme

Dead star Misanthrope, wandering and dispossed of everything