I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans
Are of the same essence as the fervor of a Saint

L'exclusion inconcevable d'une seule âme serait un danger pour l'harmonie éternelle
Same essence as the fervor of a Saint

It is senseless to fight against this infinite stream
Behind this threshold life exhausts itself, loses itself
Rejoice, rejoice, for tonight it is an eerie birth that we celebrate!
And with dusk, as shadows slowly recover the land
The most extreme solitude drapes the shoulders

Of a distant silhouette bearing a glacial emptiness
Laden like a luminous storm in which sun and lightening are prolonged
A wound through which, hastening from all points of the universe
Desolation spreads in chaotic convulsions