Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Icon , by - Benighted. Song from the album Icon, in the genre Release date: 14.10.2007
Record label: Osmose
Song language: French
Icon(original) |
| Sonder vainement le miroir de son ame |
| Sans jamais trouver de réponses, juste des craintes informes |
| Icone |
| Un regard fixe, des mots prononcés sans que les lèvres bougent |
| Ce qu’il y voit le détruit un peu plus chaque jour |
| L’extérieur est agressif, sa nudité si simple et apaisante, |
| Et il se scrute |
| Icone |
| Le verre brisé, la face mutilée, morcelée, continue de sourire |
| Il a regardé son visage en face, y a vu quelqu’un d’autre |
| Dieu ou père, quelle importance? |
| Comme toutes ses ombres |
| Infinite conscience of nothingness |
| The infinite conscience of nothingness terrorizes the sick |
| That’s why infinite conscience of nothingness terrorizes the sick |
| Quand la lune saigne, |
| Je romps l'écorce putride qu’il m’a confié |
| Je rode dans des plaines au miroir sans teint |
| Où j’entends |
| Monocorde, |
| Le chant des damnés |
| La conscience infinie du néant |
| A cet instant j’ai voulu tuer |
| A cet instant, voulu mourir |
| Tous ses ordres, et ses commandements |
| Nés d’une vie parallèle |
| A cet instant j’ai voulu tuer |
| A cet instant, voulu mourir |
| Tous ces ordres, et ces commandements maintenant désintégrés. |
| (translation) |
| To search in vain the mirror of his soul |
| Never finding answers, just shapeless fears |
| Icon |
| A fixed gaze, words spoken without lips moving |
| What he sees there destroys him a little more each day |
| The exterior is aggressive, its nudity so simple and soothing, |
| And he scrutinizes himself |
| Icon |
| The broken glass, the mutilated, fragmented face, keep on smiling |
| He looked her face in the face, saw someone else there |
| God or father, what does it matter? |
| Like all its shadows |
| Infinite consciousness of nothingness |
| The infinite conscience of nothingness terrorizes the sick |
| That's why infinite conscience of nothingness terrorizes the sick |
| When the moon bleeds, |
| I break the putrid bark he entrusted to me |
| I roam in plains mirrored without complexion |
| where i hear |
| Monochord, |
| Song of the Damned |
| The Infinite Consciousness of Nothingness |
| At that moment I wanted to kill |
| At that moment, wanted to die |
| All his orders, and his commandments |
| Born of a parallel life |
| At that moment I wanted to kill |
| At that moment, wanted to die |
| All those orders, and those commands now disintegrated. |