Vidéos

For Her

A Ghost In My Arms

Album

Heir To Anger

  1. Heir To Anger
  2. Veil Of Anguish
  3. Deer Skin
  4. A Ghost In My Arms
  5. Whispers From The Flames
  6. Death’s Breath
  7. For Her
  8. Delivrance

Lyrics

Veil Of Anguish

Sometimes I envy the finality of death, the certainty. And I have to drive away those thoughts, that invade me.

We will never get used to the Lord’s winding ways, I advance. Towards this path which has been traced for me.

Foggy, swampy, mysterious and unhealthy, your life between two clearings reminds you that everything can darken.

The once providential horizon now looks like an opal. Sticky fog, devoid of faith.

Brutal and abject, we may know that death is part of life. But we are never really prepared for it.

The reaper takes on its full meaning. This life you thought you drew.

Deliverance from this anger will be your only design, so that you don’t turn to death yourself. You feel alone and abandoned, covered in darkness. I’m falling on my knees this time, please don’t judge me.

You have found the exit of labyrinth, dancing like a snake between scarves the future becomes the past.

Practicing the art of illusion, when smiles fade in the mirror storms will come.

Brutal and abject, we may know that death is part of life. But we are never really prepared for it.

Too heavy for a bitter man’s heart. Each step is anchored to the ground.

Whispers From The Flames

Tears wash my dirt covered face, a bitter taste puts an end to our fighting. Erase that day that will drown the sun forever, to let the shadows enshroud our vestiges.

Traces of nails to prevent the big dive, screams still resonating from limbo. Future ballasted by the anchor of the past, a lonely soul killed in forgotten world.

From this agony chased by surrender only a bright and silent snow field remains. As far as the wolf wanders, may the cries of the damned pursue him.

Scorched earth feeds on our loved ones, flames of despair burn those who remain. The pain dries out reality, misunderstood angel is now defeated.

Don’t want to suffer anymore, searching for answers to unanswerable questions. I will not be the same, destroyed forever.

A fire lit so as not to forget, may this flame dance for those in our thoughts. Sitting around we collect ourselves and forgive life for its lack of reason.

Waiting in front of the darkened, familiar landscapes. Healing my bleeding wounds, darkness wears many masks. None as dangerous as the one of virtue.

From the flames.

May she rise this flame to warm her heart. Laughter still resounds in her last residence. Churches cry of sorrow in silence but the embers always leave traces.
For those who want to hug.

These words you coulden’t tell, words you swallow
In the heart’s den, you hided the antidote
Now you’re out of my sight, lost in my soul
Even in love’s garden, flowers die and bloom.

Deer Skin

Some warm words, that time does its best. Seasons come and go again, In vain. Some would like to say that it will pass, not the case. Your only comfort is getting used to the pain.

Nothing will replace her, wearing her deer skin. Accept your suffering.

Wearing my death mask, luck does not exist. We survive or we abandon, depends on your strength, your will. The wolf doesn’t kill the unlucky deer, he kills the weak.

Nothing will replace her, wearing her deer skin. Accept your suffering.

For Her

Forgotten by the sun, no hope, no light from the dark. Dressed in autumn leaves for a march towards the abysses. Symphony of nocturnal silence will guide you among the endless stars.

Sadness borne by the trees, cold winds will sweep away the memories. Grey flowers as the key to delivering torn thoughts.

Flowing tears for a blackened heart, leave your suffering leaving me with your wounds. On the pillow of your distress, your absence like a million words. Healing night will forgive us.

Sadness borne by the trees, cold winds will sweep away the memories. Grey flowers as the key to delivering torn thoughts.

Healing night will forgive us

Death’s Breath

No more fears down on the bleeding soil, no doubts in the owl’s eyes. Tight throat and resigned, I feel your breath over my shoulder.

In my memories I will remember the love you gave, I will remember the joy you have known. I feel life through death’s breath.

When I’m stuck in the mud of the real away from your loving eyes. I will go back to this place, and close mine.

And I will find solace in the simple fact that I know you. And I will find solace, in knowing you.

Don’t escape those pictures on the wall, your last smile, familiar scent. Don’t annihilate them and accept the absence. The only way to keep you close to me.

And I will find solace in the simple fact that I know you. And I will find solace, in knowing you.

A Ghost In My Arms

 Weakness and the breaches, buried in his bowels secrets are walled there. Looking to the sky for providence.

Observe, watch, abandon my faith. Only waiting for night to forgive myself.

To embrace the ghost in my arms.

Perfect world made of meadows where the wind makes the tree branches dance. Sparkling lights on the pond water.

The tree stands tall, majestic and lonely while shading the world he dominates. In this cradle dear to me I keep the memories of you.

To embrace the ghost in my arms.

Observe, watch, abandon my faith. Only waiting for night to forgive myself.

To embrace the ghost in my arms.

Man wants to stand strong. Dodging the pangs of life he turns into his silence hiding all traces of vulnerability. Weakness and the breaches, buried in his bowels. Secrets are walled there, seeking providence by rising to the sky.