Sanguine Glacialis - Le Cri Tragique d'une enfant viciée

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
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
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
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

Written by:
Maude Théberge

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