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The Butterfly Effect (1999)
LYRICS:
I am only real at places I can not be
My right hand rebels and chops off the left
(the) hairy ape walks into stage
he tries to stay erect
the one who never slept
in order to be perfect
the arrogance of their hands
the joy of the regret
soulsick - good at things I never did
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed
I am only real at places I can not be
Dead liquid vigilant
Implanted into my sleep
The one who never slept
The one who stays erect
The one who is profound
The one I do reject
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed
soulsick - good at things I never did
I am only real at places I can not be
Soulsick but skindeep
I'm not real, just believed in
Soulsick but skindeep
Not real, just believe in
The Butterfly Effect (1999)
LYRICS:
I am only real at places I can not be
My right hand rebels and chops off the left
(the) hairy ape walks into stage
he tries to stay erect
the one who never slept
in order to be perfect
the arrogance of their hands
the joy of the regret
soulsick - good at things I never did
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed
I am only real at places I can not be
Dead liquid vigilant
Implanted into my sleep
The one who never slept
The one who stays erect
The one who is profound
The one I do reject
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed
soulsick - good at things I never did
I am only real at places I can not be
Soulsick but skindeep
I'm not real, just believed in
Soulsick but skindeep
Not real, just believe in


![ELEND | Nocturne - [Weeping Nights version]
Weeping Nights (1997) ELEND | Nocturne - [Weeping Nights version]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/AnXzjfrUiaU/mqdefault.jpg)





![ELEND | Melpomene
The Umbersun (1998)
LYRICS:
[Première Leçon]
I looked into the eyes of the Basilisk.
Beside the shores
Of silver streaming sadness to be,
She came to me disguised as Melpomene.
Like asphodels winding through the chasms of Heaven,
We were passing along the waves of the ocean
And slowly reaching the gates of the Sun.
The beams of the night preceding me...
The streams of light preluding you...
The walls were weeping blood
But feverish was our waiting, Love.
You once cherished our embrace
That day the horizon was weeping nights.
The instants of time were running low
And every shape set like bronze
Reminded me of your name.
The shore landscaping your face...
The sea piercing through your eyes...
A sea died from the salt of our tears.
As the scale of a pearl preventing her from being an eye for the Sun,
I am but death and stain within you.
As the foaming quiver of life softly soiling the surface of ennui,
You are the dream in me.
Surround me with colours I am longing to see
And shadow that light upon me.
Sear me in a sea of snakes. ELEND | Melpomene](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/DTfXZ1HgQEY/mqdefault.jpg)

![ELEND | Dancing Under the Closed Eyes of Paradise
Les Ténèbres du Dehors (1996)
LYRICS:
SOPOR AETERNUS...
O mortis secretum, ubi finis nervorum?
O funeris algor, ubi sonus somniorum?
The insane wine of the night misled my soul
At the confluence of dream and of pain...
We dance under the closed eyes of paradise,
And our eyes tear the insane space
of the light.
Saltemus sub oculis coniventibus paradisi!
The voilence of the winter moon
spreads a mantle
Of cold icy pain over my petrified landscape.
Seized by the freezing frosts
of the diabolic winter,
Our hearts breathe the winds of sadness.
Saliamus, saliamus aeterno,
Saltemus, saltatum mortis!
Saliamus, saliamus!
But what is in my heart can only be read
by the winds
That gathered my words of pain.
The veil of the nigth falls at your feet
Revealing the views of the fiery sky.
Kyrie eleison.
The gentle sapphirian night wrapped me
in its maternal warmth
And her hair, studded with stars,
had a scent of sensuality
As I lay embraced in her sweet caress.
How tender is the nigth
in her amorous delights.
Where are the flowers I gave you, my love?
The amaranth, the rose and the lily.
Buried within the glacial vault
of my thoughts,
Take from me this fading breath,
Enfold me in your veil of darkness
To celebrate the reign of black eternal night.
And in the snows, glittering
in the cold fragile moonlight,
Appeared the incandescent flowers...
The blood of angels,
Said one of our round.
Our blood.
We dance...
...and the blowing of the winds is
our only music,
We dance.
[English Translation:]
Everlasting sleep...
O solitude of death, where is the end of the strings?
O coldness of the grave, where is the sound of dreams?
Let us dance under the closed eyes of Paradise!
Let us dance, let us dance forever,
Let us engage in the dance of death!
Let us dance, let us dance!
Lord, have mercy.
Birds of Dawn
He bore our pain,
He carries our torment.
Despised by all,
Forever rejected,
You are an angel of sorrow,
Tainted with sadness,
You bear woe and grief. ELEND | Dancing Under the Closed Eyes of Paradise](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/EIXDahM_6YA/mqdefault.jpg)