Tragic Sky (Ciel tragique)
It is not hope, but the heaviness of the sky,
Fragments of a sadness enshrouded in northern lights
Faraway stars as dark as they are wilted,
It is their shroud which hides their tomb
Gloomy dreams flowing from our eyes
Empty themselves into your crown, as do the days
Oh twilight, we are falling headfirst,
For our dungeons are filled with shipwrecks
Those gruesome seas rocking our bodies,
Do they still hide some treasure chests?
We are poor men fishing for stars
With a black hole in place of our hearts...