Au Milieu Des Sepultures Video (MV)
Dark Sanctuary - Au Milieu Des Sepultures Lyrics
[Music and Lyrics by Hylgaryss]
La tristesse éternelle d'un ange sur la terre,
De grandes fontaines de larmes coulant à l'infini,
Les yeux noirs de cet être, fixant la pierre,
Tombée d'une sculpture durant la nuit.
L'enfer a doucement touché notre sol,
Mais de la mort il est si las,
Que même le paradis le désole,
Mourir pour cet empire de glace ?
De roses est recouvert le tombeau,
Que foulera l'ange mélancolique,
Sa main encore posée sur le berceau,
De sa triste sculpture idyllique.
[Translation]
[Amidst the Graves]
[Music and Lyrics by Hylgaryss]
The eternal sadness of an angel on earth
Huge fountains of tears flowing eternally
The black eyes of this being staring at the piece of stone
Fallen from a sculpture in the night
Hell has softly touched the ground
But of Death he is so tired
That even Paradise makes him sad
Am I to die for that frozen empire ?
Roses cover the tomb
That shall be trodden by the melancholic angel
His hand still on the cradle
Of its sad idyllic sculpture.
[Translated from french by Pandora]
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[Music and Lyrics by Hylgaryss]
La tristesse éternelle d'un ange sur la terre,
De grandes fontaines de larmes coulant à l'infini,
Les yeux noirs de cet être, fixant la pierre,
Tombée d'une sculpture durant la nuit.
L'enfer a doucement touché notre sol,
Mais de la mort il est si las,
Que même le paradis le désole,
Mourir pour cet empire de glace ?
De roses est recouvert le tombeau,
Que foulera l'ange mélancolique,
Sa main encore posée sur le berceau,
De sa triste sculpture idyllique.
[Translation]
[Amidst the Graves]
[Music and Lyrics by Hylgaryss]
The eternal sadness of an angel on earth
Huge fountains of tears flowing eternally
The black eyes of this being staring at the piece of stone
Fallen from a sculpture in the night
Hell has softly touched the ground
But of Death he is so tired
That even Paradise makes him sad
Am I to die for that frozen empire ?
Roses cover the tomb
That shall be trodden by the melancholic angel
His hand still on the cradle
Of its sad idyllic sculpture.
[Translated from french by Pandora]