Letra de Le Théatre de la Nature - Acte II : Le Repos

The quietus My vision... apathetic Lost in the middle of tears This time, hell was far higher When the wind returns to the tomb And the rain, lone, succumbs I behold the trees, free anew In this temple forgetting the past's rage Ruined by a devastating passion Disfigured scene, wounds intuition And the trees mourn their sudden demise Pillars in their turn bowing to the harm Torn by the gusts of yore Weapons are unveiled, with a bloody destiny Memories from a skies' dreadful sublime impulse Those wintry evenings, as a veil falls night The cloudless sky lets glitter its first stars And engraving in me unforgettable memories Without triumph behind, nature withdraws... The rising moon seems to watch over the night Above mighty nature, in our infinite temple