
Date of issue: 22.04.2020
Record label: Helioss
Song language: French
Devenir 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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