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