Scars of Chaos — Celui Qui Hante song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Celui Qui Hante" by Scars of Chaos.
Lyrics
Celui qui hante m’apporte la haine
Il a le visage du fossoyeur de mon humanit?
Fascin? jusqu'? l’horreur du sang de mes veines
Il ne cesse de couler, menant ma destin? e
Celui qui hante chante la mort du r? ve
Psalmodiant son poison sans tr? ve
Ainsi le monde meurt de mon regard
De mes yeux, il prend sa teinte au d? sespoir
A mes yeux, il rend leur vie insignifiante
Et? rige au m? pris une statue ardente
La connaissance, son servant
D? mon des lumi? res, mort des t? n?bres /
Amenant dans son sillage ses princes et suivants
Sciences de notre n? gation/
L'?l?vation, son pendant de l’obscur, br? lante et fun? bre/
Elle r? sonne du chaos, de sa corruption…
Elle est ma? tresse de l’illusion/
Priez, mes fr? res, les dieux d’un panth? on sanglant
Agenouillez vous devant vos absurdes idoles
De ces cr? atures qui devaient servir votre? lan
Aux noms desquelles des fid? les s’immolent
Heureux ceux qui meurent le sourire aux l? vres
Ignorants des visions la fi? vre…
Lyrics translation
He who haunts brings me hatred
Does he have the face of the gravedigger of my humanity?
Fascin? until? the horror of the blood of my veins
He keeps sinking, leading my destiny? U.S.A.
The one who haunts sings the death of the r? ve
Chanting his poison without tr? ve
So the world dies from my gaze
From my eyes, it takes its shade to the d? desperation
In my eyes, it makes their lives meaningless
And? rige au m? caught a burning statue
Knowledge, his servant
D? my light? res, death of the t? n?bres /
Bringing in his wake his princes and following
Science of our n? gation/
L'?l?vation, its counterpart of the dark, br? lante and fun? bre/
Elle r? sounds of chaos, its corruption…
Is she mine? braid of illusion/
Pray, my brothers? res, the gods of a panth? we're bloody
Kneel before your absurd idols
These CRs? atures that were to serve your? LAN
Whose names are FIDs? they kill themselves
Happy those who die smiling at the l? vres
Ignorant of visions the fi? goat…