Lyrics of Impermanence & Illumination - Misanthrope

Impermanence & Illumination (original)

L’essence de la vie n’est que contradiction
Souffles tes cierges avant de baillonner tes enfants
Que ta descendance s’eteigne comme une braise de sang
Delivres ces oiseaux momifies de leur cage
Carresses d’emotion jonches d’ames de marbre
Que nos vies d’agenouilles s’enduisent de douleur
Je ne veux plus survivre a ce monde a venir
Ou vais-je?
A quoi sert-on?
Quelle est l’origine de l’etre?
Je t’en supplie Dieu ne me dit plus non !
Rassure nous sur ces questions qui nous hantent
Si tu nous a cree, pourquoi nous laisser deriver
La dualite entre le bien et le mal
Cette atroce faculte de pouvoir rever
Le primum movins, l’absence du noir
Cette impossibilite de ne pouvoir avancer
Sans toujours trebucher, s’effondrer
Le Seigneur de mon ego n’est qu’illusion
Pourquoi nous laisser eternellement sans reponse
Je ne peux plus supporter l’idee meme d’exister
Bafouons notre Foi en ton omniscience
Prier n’exauce meme plus mes peches
Es-tu le spleen, la glaciale approche du neant
L’habile imagination d’une poignee de croyants
Tu nous as donne une unique reponse dans la fuite
Il faudra bien un jour que douleur s’amenuise
J’ai enfin trouve le calme et la serenite
Qui precede le detachement
La compassion de tout etre
N’est qu’impermanence et illumination
5. Les Litanies de Satan
O Toi, le plus savant et le plus beau des Anges
Dieu trahi par le sort et prive de louanges
O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere !
O Prince de l’exil, a qui l’on a fait tort
Et qui, vaincu, toujours te redresse plus fort
O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere !
Toi qui sais tout, grand roi des choses souterraines
Guerisseur familier des angoisses humaines
O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere !
Pere adoptif de ceux qu’en sa noire colere
Du paradis terrestre a chasses Dieu le Pere
O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere !
O Toi qui de la Mort, ta vieille et forte amante
Engendras l’Esperance, — une folle charmante !
O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere !
Gloire et louange a toi, Satan, dans les hauteurs
Du ciel, ou tu regnas, et dans les profondeurs
De l’Enfer, ou, vaincu, tu reves en silence !
Fais que mon ame un jour, sous l’Arbre de Science
Pres de toi se repose, a l’heure ou sur ton front
Comme un Temple nouveau ses rameaux s’epandront !
6. La Druidesse du G (c)vaudan
Tapie dans l’ombre d’une nuit sauvage
Dernier contrepoids d’animalite dressee
Dressee contre l’humanite
A pas de loup elle se faufile
Courbant son ossature d’une souplesse divine
Filant tel le feu follet au milieu des forets
Ou son velours bleute entoure un regard de saphir cisele
Druidesse, defie les pieges a loups tendus a l’encontre de ton elegance
Car l’homme effraye s’arme contre ton improbable existence
Appeure les, toi la proie ideale, impitoyablement chassee
Bouc emissaire, agitateur de sortileges ancres dans le passe
Memoire de nos ancetres, terrorises par la Bete
La druidesse du Gevaudan tranforme son corps en metamorphose
Ses crocs dechiquetant sa peau d’ecorce de rose
Rude accouchement d’un metabolisme necrose
Devorante renaissance d’un sang noir et souille
La druidesse du Gevaudan se regenere de sagesse et d’immobilisme
Enluminant ses grimoires de dorures gaeliques
Offrant a la nature son sang comme «force de vie»
Elle canalise la Bete en chacune de nos folies Faisons appel aux rudiments des
techniques de chasse
Druidesse, defie les pieges a loups tendus a l’encontre de ton elegance
Car l’homme effraye s’arme contre ton improbable existence
Appeure les, toi la proie ideale, impitoyablement chassee
Bouc emissaire, agitateur de sortileges ancres dans le passe
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(translation)

The essence of life is only contradiction
Blow out your candles before you gag your children
May your offspring be extinguished like an ember of blood
Deliver these mummified birds from their cage
Emotional caresses strewn with marble souls
May our kneeling lives be smeared with pain
I don't want to survive this world to come anymore
Where am I going?
What are we for?
What is the origin of being?
Please God don't say no to me anymore!
Reassure us about these questions that haunt us
If you created us, why let us drift
The Duality Between Good and Evil
This excruciating ability to be able to dream
The primum movins, the absence of black
This impossibility of not being able to move on
Without always tripping, collapsing
The Lord of my ego is only an illusion
Why leave us forever unanswered
I can't stand the thought of existing anymore
Let's flout our faith in your omniscience
Praying doesn't even answer my sins anymore
Are you the spleen, the icy approaches nothingness
The clever imagination of a handful of believers
You gave us a single answer in the leak
One day the pain will have to lessen
I finally found calm and serenity
Who precedes secondment
The Compassion of All Being
Is only impermanence and enlightenment
5. The Litanies of Satan
O Thou, most learned and most beautiful of Angels
God betrayed by fate and deprived of praise
O Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
O Prince of exile, who has been wronged
And who, defeated, always raises you up stronger
O Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
You who know everything, great king of underground things
Familiar healer of human anxieties
O Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
Adoptive father of those whom in his black anger
From earthly paradise chased God the Father
O Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
O You who of Death, your old and strong lover
Begot Hope, — a charming madwoman!
O Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
Glory and praise to you, Satan, in the heights
From heaven, where thou dost reign, and into the depths
From Hell, or, vanquished, you dream in silence!
Make my soul one day, under the Tree of Science
Next to you rests, at the hour or on your brow
Like a new Temple its branches will spread!
6. The Druidess of G (c) vaudan
Lurking in the shadows of a wild night
Last counterweight of trained animality
Raised against humanity
Stealthily she sneaks
Curving its frame with divine suppleness
Spinning like the will-o'-the-wisp through the forests
Where its bluish velvet surrounds a chiseled sapphire gaze
Druidess, defy the wolf traps set against your elegance
Because the frightened man arms himself against your improbable existence
Scare them, you the ideal prey, ruthlessly hunted
Scapegoat, agitator of spells anchored in the past
Memory of our ancestors, terrorized by the Beast
The druid of Gevaudan transforms her body into a metamorphosis
Her fangs shredding her rose bark skin
Rough delivery of a necrotic metabolism
Devouring rebirth of black and tainted blood
The druid of Gevaudan is regenerated with wisdom and immobility
Illuminating his grimoires with Gaelic gilding
Offering to nature his blood as "life force"
She channels the Beast into our every madness Let's call on the rudiments of
hunting techniques
Druidess, defy the wolf traps set against your elegance
Because the frightened man arms himself against your improbable existence
Scare them, you the ideal prey, ruthlessly hunted
Scapegoat, agitator of spells anchored in the past
From our remote lands