Ante-Persistence

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