Sous le ciel pluvieux noye de brumes sales
Devant l’Ocean bleme, assis sur un ilot
Seul, loin de tout, je songe au clapotis du flot
Dans le concert hurlant des mourantes rafales

Criniere echevelee ainsi que des cavales
Les vagues se tordant arrivent au galop
Et croulent a mes pieds avec de longs sanglots
Qu’emporte la tourmente aux haleines brutales

Partout le grand ciel gris, le brouillard et la mer
Rien que l’affolement des vents balayant l’air
Plus d’heures, plus d’humains, et solitaire, morne

Je reste la, perdu dans l’horizon lointain
Et songe que l’Espace est sans borne, sans borne
Et que le Temps n’aura jamais... jamais de fin

Spread your hate
Some dead children with burnt skins
Are playing under a dead snow, wearing gas-masks
A heavy and suffocating atmosphere
Mixing sulfur and dust with the smell of cadavers
They dance among the ruins, among human corpses
Hand in hand, they enjoy their despair

Angels of misery, rise
As they heard a move, they stop their game
Their lifeless eyes gazing to me
Crows are stopping their flights and vultures their lunch
All of them found in me their new target

Claws and kicks are beating me
Violating my bitter body
I scream and enjoy this suffering
Till my blood color the ground

From above, the black snow is falling around me
Lost and mutilated in a world I can't understand
The children laugh about my own misery
Spread your wings, angels of misery