Crisis Of Soul Lyrics - Misanthrope

Les crises de l'me 

Crisis of soul 

Succumbing to the eternal grief of sorrow 

Mangle my plaintive cries 

With shattered torments 

I shan't modify your life's faith 

Banish our endless sadness 

Combustion's drying tears 

Oh God, please try to help me 

My soul is lost... disaggregate 

Crisis of soul 

Weakness of the brave 

In a mortal silence 

I emerge beyond my inner mirror 

In a pure wounded harmony 

Death keeps shelter over me 

My blind eyes recognize 

The sweetness of the sun light 

Only one hope remains 

In sickness to welcome you 

Crisis of soul 

The all lost souls' day 

In a mortal silence 

I emerge beyond my inner mirror 

In a pure wounded harmony 

Death keeps shelter over me 

Crisis of soul 

Would-be hypochondre 

Crisis of soul 

Infinite tragedy 

Crisis of soul 

Would-be hypochondre 

Crisis of soul 

Absolute mockery 

Les crises de l'me 

Hour of vengeance 

Arrives on humanity's reign 

Beneath the lying down corpses 

I'm walking on the asphalt-vicotory's streets 

My wish is to live 

In this dream which evades me... intoxicate 

But my heart is bleeding 

For those comrades who died for our cause 

Les crises de l'me 

Dead star Misanthrope, wandering and dispossed of everything