Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Devenir le soleil , by - Helioss. Song from the album Devenir le soleil, in the genre Классика металаRelease date: 22.04.2020
Record label: Helioss
Song language: French
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Devenir le soleil , by - Helioss. Song from the album Devenir le soleil, in the genre Классика металаDevenir le soleil(original) |
| Hommes face au ciel, visages fermés |
| Poings clos, lèvres serrées |
| Les pieds dans la poussière |
| Né d’une seule et mille voix un cri s'élève: |
| «Le noir a fondu sur nous» |
| (Le matin n’est pas venu) |
| Maudissant le zénith constellé d’astres sombres |
| Un prêtre claque des dents, frissonnant d’un passé |
| Où les étoiles riaient, se laissaient contempler |
| Il se penche et écoute le ver qui dans la tombe |
| Connaît les temps anciens et se les remémore: |
| «Le soleil est entré au royaume de la mort» |
| (Der Wurm hat Recht) |
| Au ventre sec de Nout tissé d’yeux immobiles |
| (ils scrutent la face de Geb abandonnée des dieux) |
| Manque le père de toutes choses, le grand joyau serti |
| Que la belle déesse porte fièrement en son nombril |
| Orphelin du Soleil qui n’occupe plus les cieux |
| L’azur est condamné aux déserts infinis |
| (Les étoiles rient, elles savent |
| Que Râ ne reviendra pas) |
| Wait for the man to come |
| He knows why they whisper |
| If he can’t bring the sun back |
| Then who can? |
| Il suffirait d’attendre que l’horizon stérile |
| Libère l’astre du jour, jurent les morts à venir |
| L’homme se tait et attend que des coeurs qui s’arrachent |
| Grandisse l’acceptation du choisi entre mille |
| Son chemin est tracé, il sait qu’il mène au pire |
| Il connaît le Soleil, il sait où il se cache |
| C’est là, dans la montagne, que le flambeau se terre |
| C’est là, dans la montagne, que l’homme devra descendre |
| (Die Tür ist geöffnet) |
| --Deuxième Chant: Lumière Brûlante-- |
| «Tout ce temps la lumière était là, juste sous nos pieds; |
| elle servait de |
| linceul aux corps de nos aînés. |
| Nous imaginions |
| Le Royaume des Morts obscur et silencieux. |
| Nous avions tort: car c’est dans le |
| ventre d’un volcan que se consumaient |
| Nos espoirs de repos.» |
| (Blinde Wut) |
| «Dans le premier Cercle brûle une rage sans limite; |
| elle corrompt la chair et |
| tord les esprits. |
| Ici tout est clair, à |
| Seulement quelques lettres de l’aveuglant — mais c’est une lumière sale, |
| une lumière furieuse qui n’aurait d’existence |
| Que dans l’exubérance |
| Blake évoquait les Tigres de la Colère, ignorant de quel feu brûlaient leurs |
| yeux |
| Mais Blake n’a jamais atteint le premier Cercle» |
| (Heilige Wut) |
| Underneath the skin there’s no flesh and bones, just light and anger |
| This is where war belongs, this is where madness runs |
| Infinite webs of life, born, dead and born again |
| No end to wait, no end to crave |
| No end to beg, begging is for shadows |
| «L'homme est descendu dans le cercle pour y chercher les derniers rayons du |
| soleil; |
| il n’avait pas imaginé le |
| Maelstrom, la sueur, les hurlements et la colère. |
| Tout ce qui était sous terre |
| criait, et de leurs cris naissait une lumière |
| Aveuglante. |
| Les guerriers d'époques anciennes y perpétuaient des massacres |
| commis des siècles en arrière — ils avaient |
| Oublié qu’ils étaient morts un jour -, et plus le sang coulait, plus la lumière |
| grandissait |
| L’homme crut alors avoir trouvé |
| Ce qu’il était venu chercher» |
| (Liebte Wut) |
| I’ve found what I’ve been looking for |
| In the rage of men lies clarity |
| Make me one of thee |
| Let me hold the fire that’s burning inside you |
| Even if I know anger is a light no one can bring back |
| «Quand l’homme fut plein de la lumière du premier Cercle, qu’il s’en fut gorgé |
| et eut succombé à ses délices, il comprit |
| Qu’il avait adoré un mirage: la lumière qu’il cherchait n'était pas celle de |
| la colère des anciens morts, ni celle de la rage |
| Des futurs vivants, mais quelque chose qui gisait plus loin, et plus |
| profondément. |
| La rage consumerait ses os, ses |
| Tendons et ses muscles — elle le transformerait en une cendre crayeuse. |
| Il fallait donc descendre, descendre encore |
| Hélas» |
| --Troisième Chant: Lumière Morte-- |
| Sur la route du soleil gisent des miroirs fendus |
| Ils renvoient les échos d’une lumière disparue |
| L’homme écoute le ver qui chuchote tout bas |
| Qu’on ne doit à aucun prix revenir sur ses pas |
| La voie s'étire au loin en pente douce et sombre |
| La clameur diminue, les anciennes colères tombent |
| De la lumière du haut ne demeure qu’un halo |
| Un cercle brûlant de rage, qui disparaît bientôt |
| Le deuxième souterrain est celui des vestiges |
| Un crépuscule immense dont les ombres sont liges |
| L’homme ici n’est pas seul; |
| il marche avec ses pairs |
| Pour avancer il doit se fier à sa lumière |
| Le deuxième souterrain est celui de l’absence |
| Une lumière y brûlait jadis d’un feu immense |
| Mais désormais ses cendres en tapissent le chemin |
| Des cadavres souriants vous y tendent la main |
| «Reste avec nous», disent-ils, «pourquoi aller plus loin?» |
| «Ici la lumière couve, apaise, guérit, prend soin» |
| L’homme regarde alentour, aveugle, et désespère |
| Car il ne parvient pas à percer ce mystère |
| Le deuxième souterrain est celui du mensonge |
| Celui qui prend, étreint, celui qui prie, et ronge |
| Sous des dehors habiles de paix, sérénité |
| Rien ne bouge plus jamais, tout y demeure scellé |
| «Reste plutôt avec nous», continuent les cadavres |
| «Il n’y a rien plus bas, ceux qui sont morts le savent» |
| L’homme contemple triste cette vaste étendue |
| Se souvient du chemin: il n’est donc pas perdu |
| «Votre lumière est morte, je n’en ai pas voulu» |
| --Quatrième Chant: Lumière Absente-- |
| J’ai rencontré l’obscurité |
| Elle marchait devant moi |
| Me suivait |
| Et chacun de ses pas dans les miens me rappelait cette fois où je l’avais cru |
| partie |
| Fou, je l'étais, de penser que les ombres pouvaient un jour cesser de me suivre |
| Car le noir est en nous. |
| Il est le ciment dont nous nous fabriquons |
| Il ne nous quitte jamais |
| Alors, j’ai passé la porte |
| J’ai avancé à sa rencontre |
| Pour le laisser m’engloutir |
| (Abondance d’absence et de silence est encore abondance) |
| Au beau milieu du noir, de ce que j’imaginais être son épicentre, |
| je me suis assis |
| Il me parut facile alors d’oublier les raisons qui m’y avaient conduit |
| Fermer les yeux, être son propre centre |
| Ne faire plus qu’un avec l’obscurité |
| Craindre que la mort vienne vous faucher |
| Car dans le noir rôdent celles qu’on nomme les affamées |
| Elles chassent les hommes perdus |
| Elles dévorent ceux qui renoncent |
| Assourdi de silence |
| Pourtant je vis encore, je respire cet air noir |
| Et si les créatures rôdent, elles sont encore loin |
| (Se lever, il faut se lever) |
| Contre les ténèbres, avancer |
| Il n’est qu’un seul remède |
| Il n’est qu’un seul espoir |
| (Se lever, il faut se lever) |
| Rien ne viendra t’aider |
| Il n’est qu’une seule porte |
| Il n’est qu’un seul chemin |
| (Se lever. Il faut se lever) |
| (Hier ist keine Tür: du bist die Tür) |
| --Cinquième Chant: Lumière Éteinte-- |
| I’ve been all the way down |
| I met those who worshipped blood, fear and madness |
| But I walked |
| I met the corpses slowly fading to black |
| They told me to stay with them |
| But I walked |
| I met obscurity, and in its center I met myself |
| I walked again |
| Men thought light was lying deeper underground |
| But it was buried inside me |
| Passée l’obscurité, l’homme poursuit son chemin |
| Et il descend jusqu’où personne ne peut descendre |
| Trouve alors le soleil, encastré en son centre |
| Mais l’orbe ne brille plus. |
| Il a cherché en vain |
| Face à lui gît le corps sans vie d’un astre éteint |
| Une force a étouffé le désir brûlant |
| Capable d'éclairer le monde et ses enfants |
| Et a éteint le feu qui couvait en son sein |
| Mais l’homme se reprend: |
| «Aucune force ne peut assassiner un astre. |
| Seulement une absence.» |
| Et de comprendre enfin que ce sont nos silences |
| Qui effacent les routes et éteignent les feux |
| Ses jambes l’abandonnent. |
| Il s’effondre et se blesse |
| Aucune prière, aucun chant, plus rien ne vient |
| Il s’imagine revenir, il repense aux anciens |
| Et il ouvre les bras: que le noir se repaisse |
| Ici, le crépuscule des mondes |
| (devenir le soleil) |
| Une voix, une seule, résonne, la sienne |
| (devenir le soleil) |
| Des tréfonds elle s’embrase |
| (devenir le soleil) |
| Elle prend naissance en lui |
| (devenir le soleil) |
| Elle déchire ses entrailles |
| (devenir le soleil) |
| C’est cette lumière en lui |
| (devenir le soleil) |
| Elle lui hurle de briller |
| (devenir le soleil) |
| Elle exige de régner |
| (devenir le soleil) |
| Devenir le soleil |
| (devenir le soleil) |
| Prendre la relève |
| (devenir le soleil) |
| (translation) |
| Men facing the sky, faces closed |
| Clenched fists, tight lips |
| Feet in the dust |
| Born of one and a thousand voices a cry rises: |
| "The dark has descended on us" |
| (Morning has not come) |
| Cursing the zenith studded with dark stars |
| A priest chatters his teeth, shivering from a past |
| Where the stars laughed, let themselves be contemplated |
| He bends down and listens to the worm that in the grave |
| Knows the old times and remembers them: |
| "The sun has entered the realm of death" |
| (Der Wurm hat Recht) |
| To the dry belly of Nut woven with motionless eyes |
| (they peer into Geb's face forsaken by the gods) |
| Missing the all-father, the great gem set |
| That the beautiful goddess wears proudly in her navel |
| Orphan of the Sun who no longer occupies the skies |
| The azure is condemned to infinite deserts |
| (The stars are laughing, they know |
| That Ra will not return) |
| Wait for the man to come |
| He knows why they whisper |
| If he can't bring the sun back |
| Then who can? |
| It would be enough to wait for the barren horizon |
| Free the daystar, swear the dead to come |
| The man is silent and waits for the tearing hearts |
| Grow the acceptance of the chosen among a thousand |
| His path is traced, he knows it leads to the worst |
| He knows the Sun, he knows where he hides |
| It's there, in the mountain, that the torch rests |
| It is there, in the mountain, that man must descend |
| (Die Tür ist geöffnet) |
| --Second Canto: Burning Light-- |
| “All this time the light was there, right under our feet; |
| she served as |
| shroud to the bodies of our elders. |
| We imagined |
| The Dark and Silent Realm of the Dead. |
| We were wrong: for it is in the |
| belly of a volcano that was being consumed |
| Our hopes of rest." |
| (Blind Wut) |
| “In the first Circle burns boundless rage; |
| it corrupts the flesh and |
| twist minds. |
| Here everything is clear, |
| Only a few letters from the blinder — but it's a dirty light, |
| a furious light that would have no existence |
| Than in exuberance |
| Blake spoke of the Wrath Tigers, unaware of what fire their |
| eyes |
| But Blake never reached the Inner Circle." |
| (Heilige Wut) |
| Underneath the skin there's no flesh and bones, just light and anger |
| This is where war belongs, this is where madness runs |
| Infinite webs of life, born, dead and born again |
| No end to wait, no end to crave |
| No end to beg, begging is for shadows |
| "The man descended into the circle to seek there the last rays of the |
| Sun; |
| He hadn't imagined the |
| Maelstrom, sweat, screams and anger. |
| Everything that was underground |
| cried, and from their cries a light was born |
| Blinding. |
| Warriors of ancient times perpetuated massacres there |
| committed centuries back — they had |
| Forgot that they were dead one day - and the more the blood flowed, the more the light |
| was growing |
| The man then thought he had found |
| What he came for" |
| (Liebte Wut) |
| I've found what I've been looking for |
| In the rage of men lies clarity |
| Make me one of thee |
| Let me hold the fire that's burning inside you |
| Even if I know anger is a light no one can bring back |
| "When man was full of the light of the first Circle, when he was gorged with it |
| and had succumbed to his delights, he understood |
| That he had worshiped a mirage: the light he sought was not that of |
| the wrath of the ancient dead, nor that of rage |
| Living futures, but something that lay beyond, and more |
| deeply. |
| Rage would consume his bones, his |
| Sinews and his muscles—she would turn him into chalky ash. |
| So we had to go down, down some more |
| Alas" |
| --Third Canto: Dead Light-- |
| On the road to the sun lie split mirrors |
| They send back the echoes of a vanished light |
| The man listens to the whispering worm |
| That we must at no cost retrace our steps |
| The way stretches away in a gentle, dark slope |
| The clamor lessens, old angers fall |
| Of the light from above remains only a halo |
| A burning circle of rage, which soon disappears |
| The second underground is that of the remains |
| An immense twilight whose shadows lie |
| The man here is not alone; |
| he walks with his peers |
| To advance he must trust his light |
| The second underground is that of absence |
| A light once burned there with great fire |
| But now his ashes line the way |
| Smiling corpses reach out to you |
| “Stay with us,” they say, “why go any further?” |
| "Here the light smolders, soothes, heals, cares" |
| The man looks around, blind, in despair |
| 'Cause he can't unravel this mystery |
| The second underground is that of the lie |
| He who takes, embraces, he who prays, and gnaws |
| Under skilful exteriors of peace, serenity |
| Nothing ever moves again, everything remains sealed |
| “Stay with us instead,” the corpses continue |
| "There is nothing lower, those who are dead know it" |
| The man gazes sadly at this vast expanse |
| Remembers the way: so it is not lost |
| "Your light is dead, I didn't want it" |
| --Fourth Canto: Absent Light-- |
| I met the dark |
| She walked in front of me |
| was following me |
| And every step he took in mine reminded me of that time I believed him |
| part |
| I was crazy to think that the shadows could ever stop following me |
| Because the dark is in us. |
| He's the glue we make |
| He never leaves us |
| So I walked through the door |
| I advanced to meet him |
| To let it swallow me up |
| (Abundance of absence and silence is still abundance) |
| In the middle of the dark, of what I imagined to be its epicenter, |
| I sat down |
| It seemed easy to me then to forget the reasons which had led me there |
| Close your eyes, be your own center |
| Become one with the darkness |
| Fear that death will mow you down |
| For in the dark prowl those who are called the hungry |
| They hunt lost men |
| They devour those who renounce |
| Deafened with Silence |
| Yet I still live, I breathe this black air |
| And if the creatures roam, they're still far away |
| (Get up, gotta get up) |
| Against the darkness, forward |
| There is only one remedy |
| There is only one hope |
| (Get up, gotta get up) |
| Nothing will come to help you |
| There is only one door |
| There is only one way |
| (Get up. You gotta get up) |
| (Hier ist keine Tür: du bist die Tür) |
| --Fifth Canto: Extinguished Light-- |
| I've been all the way down |
| I met those who worshiped blood, fear and madness |
| But I walked |
| I put the corpses slowly fading to black |
| They told me to stay with them |
| But I walked |
| I met obscurity, and in its center I met myself |
| I walked again |
| Men thought light was lying deeper underground |
| But it was buried inside me |
| Past the darkness, the man goes on his way |
| And it goes down where no one can go down |
| Then find the sun, embedded in its center |
| But the orb no longer shines. |
| He searched in vain |
| In front of him lies the lifeless body of an extinct star |
| A force has smothered the burning desire |
| Able to enlighten the world and its children |
| And quenched the fire that smoldered within |
| But the man pulls himself together: |
| “No force can slay a star. |
| Only an absence. |
| And to finally understand that these are our silences |
| Who erase the roads and put out the lights |
| His legs leave him. |
| He collapses and hurts himself |
| No prayers, no songs, nothing more comes |
| He imagines himself coming back, he thinks back to the old ones |
| And he opens his arms: let the black feast |
| Here the twilight of the worlds |
| (become the sun) |
| A voice, only one, resounds, his |
| (become the sun) |
| From the depths she ignites |
| (become the sun) |
| It takes birth in him |
| (become the sun) |
| She rips her insides out |
| (become the sun) |
| It's that light in him |
| (become the sun) |
| She screams at him to shine |
| (become the sun) |
| She demands to reign |
| (become the sun) |
| Become the sun |
| (become the sun) |
| Take over |
| (become the sun) |
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