Les Esprits Souffrants 歌詞

Floating in the air As formless spectres Born through death Cursing their sad destiny That never seems to be possible Filled with envy and rage Towards those alive Driven by lust That's never satisfied Longing to feel Things now lost Pouring their venom Into the victims' dry throats Living through them To feel once more Difficulties too harsh No reason found to continue The journey as a stranger Peace lies beyond the cold soil River of blood Did not carry far Chains too strong to break Still bound to suffering Endless stream of images Tormented by those last thoughts Of fear and doubt No peace found under the cold soil