Translation of the song lyrics Combattant sans Sépulture - Misanthrope

Combattant sans Sépulture (original)

Combattant rugissant au travers d’un prisme
Oh farouche ocan, esprit du temps
Combattant sans spulture
Eclatant dsespoir de notre inspiration
Poussire de vhmence
Mlant la vrit au rve
Combattant errant au travers d’un prisme
Vaste miroir gar du nant
Toi le combattant errant sans spulture
Ton soleil ne brille plus qu’aux yeux des mourants
Par ton loquent arc de triomphe, second spulcre
Le soleil n’est plus beau
Qu’au regard d’un survivant
Toi le combattant errant sans spulture
Ton soleil ne brille plus qu’aux yeux des mourants
Soit l’clatant dsespoir de notre aspiration
Commmorant la vrit aux rves
Comme l’adieu d’un ami
Carressant d’une main mourante
Le deuil de la nature en ses moindres frissons
Ses bras languissament replis sur le coeur
Murmurant d’un funeste remords
Le sanglot des dfunts
Ses bras languissament replis sur le coeur
Murmurant d’un funeste remords
Le sanglot des dfunts
De ses lvres jamais fanes par la mort
Que s’vanouisses l’espoir en son dernier regard
Contemplation en songe guide par ton errance
Espoir vanoui en de doux accords morbides

(translation)

Fighter roaring through a prism
Oh fierce ocean, spirit of the times
Warrior without a grave
Bursting with hope from our inspiration
Vhmence Dust
Blending the truth with the dream
Wandering Fighter Through a Prism
Large guarded mirror
You the wandering fighter without a grave
Your sun only shines in the eyes of the dying
By your eloquent triumphal arch, second tomb
The sun is no longer beautiful
That in the eyes of a survivor
You the wandering fighter without a grave
Your sun only shines in the eyes of the dying
Be the bright despair of our aspiration
Commemorating the truth to dreams
Like a friend's farewell
Stroking with a dying hand
The mourning of nature in its slightest shivers
Her arms languidly folded over her heart
Whispering with grim remorse
The sob of the dead
Her arms languidly folded over her heart
Whispering with grim remorse
The sob of the dead
Of her lips never withered by death
Let hope vanish in his last look
Contemplation in a dream guided by your wandering
Vanished hope in sweet morbid accords