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ORAKLE LYRICS
"L'inéffable émoi... de ce qui existe" (2002 EP)
1. Le Théatre de la Nature - Acte I : Le Combat
2. Le Théatre de la Nature - Acte II : Le Repos
3. La Beauté Déraisonnée
1. Le Théatre de la Nature - Acte I : Le Combat
NATURE'S THEATRE
Act I : The struggle
O my great nature
How I admire thee
Winter's not as it was foreseen
Cold disappeared, no sign from the white queen
So how are you going to enravel me again ?
This a struggle I behold
From the very depths of my lair
Lone privileged in my art
Those trees' rectitude and solidity
Facing the wind's immense might...
Ohh! The sublime unveils my fears
Of a hidden truth... The clarity of an error
Nature has just spoken...
Blow! blow! Will the blows thou strike
Surpass the strenght of the oaks ?
Harmoniously bent, as to show thee
That they still stand unscared...
Then rain came blending with disorder, crowned
Flying, whirling under the northwind's blow
As a foe wondering about the side
Gently giving itself to the reigning squalls
Its droplets tenderly broke
Upon the great Oak's bark...
Among this union of sights and sounds
My spirit meditates, hark and observe
The great oak suffers - facing the gusts
The noble wind gets out of breath - with its strikes...
2. Le Théatre de la Nature - Acte II : Le Repos
NATURE'S THEATRE
Acte II :
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
3. La Beauté Déraisonnée
UNREASONING BEAUTY
Childhood erased, adolescence overwhelmed
Far from adulthood, fleed by the old age...
I am not reason
I am un-reason
In a maleficent game, devoid of morals
An illogical yet vital game
Your asceticism shapes my vices
You, pale inquisitors of my nights !
I admire, I implore, I adore
Free from good sense, I explore
Before the pleasure of absence
My borne sufferings dance
Revealing, through my own flesh instincts
The nihilism of Dawn...
To cross this gulf for reconstruction...
For I feel one desire
To be left with my delirium
To be left with my dreams
To be vile, sickly and mad
And even if we take our madness
For the only reason of our conscience
And even if from the heights of our hill
We mix up tears and smiles in nonsense
Take our word
Our insanity
Is beauty
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