Je suis le grand précipité!
Sad, the open mouth, and the feet towards the skies, the horror of the pit in front of my eyes
Four thousand years to fall while looking at the eternal dawn
The suns will die out around me
I fell struck down, dull silencer...
The lightning then thundered in the cold and deaf skies
Cain! cain! cain! i return to you!
Et nox facta est
Alone and behind me in the eternal nights more slowly fell the feathers from my wings
Four thousand years to fall while looking at the eternal dawn
The suns will die out around me
I fell struck down, dull silencer...
The lightning then thundered in the cold and deaf skies
Cain! cain! cain! i return to you!
Does one call that the shipwreck or the night? the abyss was erased - everything is formless
It was what is not anymore, which from goes away, which is kept silent
Death! lie! hell!
I left my shoulder to quiver with the hideous cold of the membranous wing
And crossing the two arms and raising my face i looked at the cave of the shade...
Et nox facta est
The suns will die out around me i fell struck down, dull silencer...
The lightning then thundered in the cold and deaf skies
Cain! cain! cain! i return to you!
Bones! flesh! blood!