Lyrics of L'Envol - Misanthrope

L'Envol (original)

Sers-toi de ton ame, laisse ton corps infame
Dechet corporel dont le monde t"a dote.
Cours vers un ailleurs, attendri par l"horreur
Ou les meandres de l"esprit orchestre…
cette sinueuse symphonie.
Prends ton envol pour les cieux
En maitre du temps immortel
Prends ton envol pour joindre Dieu
Et redonne au mal un sourire eternel
Moi l"etre de chair, j"ai cru discerner
Repondre a l"anatheme, d"inavouables verites.
J"ai grandi infirme, n"osant imaginer
Connaitre un jour, le secret
Prends ton envol pour les cieux
En maitre du temps immortel
Prends ton envol pour joindre Dieu
Et redonne au mal un sourire eternel
Furtif a la menace, j"ai penetre le sas
Monolithes en fusion, defiant le soleil
Sans plume je m"envole du bord de la nacelle
Moi l"etre de chair, j"ai cru discerner
Repondre a l"anatheme, d"inavouables verites.
J"ai grandi infirme, n"osant imaginer
Connaitre un jour, le secret
Connaitre un jour, les secretes reponses de l"hostie consacre.
Moi l"etre de chair, j"ai cru discerner
Repondre a l"anatheme, d"inavouables verites.
J"ai grandi infirme, n"osant imaginer
Connaitre un jour, le se
cret.
Avec detachement, separes-toi de cette carapace charnelle
Proie originelle du peche de l"Eden
Apparais du cosmos, en maitre du temps
Createur du mal, redonne vie au neant.
Bouleverse le Cronos de ta science analphabete
Redevient l"enfant souille, bannie… estropie de nazareth.
Prends ton envol pour les cieux
En maitre du temps immortel
Prends ton envol pour joindre Dieu
Et redonne au mal un sourire eternel
De l"intuition des astres, secret comme un mage
Furtif a la menace, j"ai penetre le sas
Monolithes en fusion, defiant le soleil
Sans plume je m"envole du bord de la nacelle
Moi l"etre de chair, j"ai cru discerner
Repondre a l"anatheme, d"inavouables verites.
J"ai grandi infirme, n"osant imaginer
Connaitre un jour, le secret
Connaitre un jour, les secretes reponses de l"hostie consacre.
Moi l"etre de chair, j"ai cru discerner
Repondre a l"anatheme, d"inavouables verites.
J"ai grandi infirme, n"osant imaginer
Connaitre un jour, le secret.
Avec detachement, separes-toi de cette carapace charnelle
Proie originelle du peche de l"Eden
Apparais du cosmos, en maitre du temps
Createur du mal, redonne vie au neant.
Bouleverse le Cronos de ta science analphabete
Redevient l"enfant souille, banni… estropie de nazareth.
Createur du mal, «je t"en prie», redonne vie au neant.

(translation)

Use your soul, leave your body infamous
Bodily waste that the world has endowed you with.
Run to an elsewhere, softened by the horror
Or the twists and turns of the orchestral spirit...
this sinuous symphony.
Take flight for the skies
As master of immortal time
Take flight to reach God
And give back to evil an eternal smile
Me, the being of flesh, I thought I discerned
Respond to the anathema, unavowable truths.
I grew up crippled, not daring to imagine
To know one day, the secret
Take flight for the skies
As master of immortal time
Take flight to reach God
And give back to evil an eternal smile
Stealthy at the threat, I entered the airlock
Molten monoliths, defying the sun
Without a feather I fly off the edge of the basket
Me, the being of flesh, I thought I discerned
Respond to the anathema, unavowable truths.
I grew up crippled, not daring to imagine
To know one day, the secret
To know one day the secret answers of the consecrated host.
Me, the being of flesh, I thought I discerned
Respond to the anathema, unavowable truths.
I grew up crippled, not daring to imagine
To know one day, the se
cret.
With detachment, separate yourself from this carapace
Original prey of the sin of Eden
Appear from the cosmos, master of time
Creator of evil, bring nothingness back to life.
Upset the Chronos of your illiterate science
Becomes the defiled, banished child again… cripple of nazareth.
Take flight for the skies
As master of immortal time
Take flight to reach God
And give back to evil an eternal smile
From the intuition of the stars, secret like a mage
Stealthy at the threat, I entered the airlock
Molten monoliths, defying the sun
Without a feather I fly off the edge of the basket
Me, the being of flesh, I thought I discerned
Respond to the anathema, unavowable truths.
I grew up crippled, not daring to imagine
To know one day, the secret
To know one day the secret answers of the consecrated host.
Me, the being of flesh, I thought I discerned
Respond to the anathema, unavowable truths.
I grew up crippled, not daring to imagine
To know one day, the secret.
With detachment, separate yourself from this carapace
Original prey of the sin of Eden
Appear from the cosmos, master of time
Creator of evil, bring nothingness back to life.
Upset the Chronos of your illiterate science
Becomes the defiled, banished child again… cripple of nazareth.
Creator of evil, "please" bring nothingness back to life.