Slow Transcending Agony (Ataraxie)

Consumed by this overwhelming insanity My bones are crushing one after another. Agonisant sur ce sol, vomissant cette lente agonie. Pain buried, eyes bleeding Blood leaving, cries weeping Time freezing, soul dying Limbs living, agony staying Je n'ai que faire de de cet habit de chair qui me dégoûte I will soon blow my brain out So as to reach the blackened light Which rules the eternal night I want to see my bleeding and decaying body Smelling death and misery Without that sadistic life Burning my flesh in my doomed coffin My soul dead like the dead My fate as cruel as gods Slow transcending had poisoned my soul Thy will be done, in doom shall I be