(Verse 1)
I hope you’ll find a way to forgive what I’ve done,
For I will not stop — not now, not ever.
I hope you’ll find the strength to look at me,
And see the pain that carved my name.
(Λύσσα)
All I ever asked was to be loved,
All I ever received was shame.
I’ve been damned, I’ve been beaten,
I can’t look in the mirror anymore.

(Pre-Chorus)
Ἀνάθεμα — that’s what I say.
Ἀνάθεμα — for redemption.
Ἀνάθεμα — that’s what keeps me alive.
Ἀνάθεμα — for the damned, for the fools.

(Chorus)
Λύσσα! Λύσσα! Λύσσα!
May the rage burn within me.
Λύσσα! Λύσσα! Λύσσα!
My mind is scorched — my mind turns feral.
Λύσσα! Λύσσα! Λύσσα!
For all who saw the beast in me.
Λύσσα! Λύσσα! Λύσσα!
I’ll find my beauty in the rage.

(Verse 2)
I will not say I’m sorry — that would be a vile sin.
Know that I hold the power to end it:
End you, end all, end everything.
I will not pretend to understand — that too would be a sin.
Just hear my words, and know what I mean.
I hate you, I hate the world.
All I ever wanted was to be understood.
All I ever dreamed of was peace and love.
All I crave now is ruin and fire. (Λύσσα)

(Pre-Chorus)
Ἀνάθεμα — that’s what I say.
Ἀνάθεμα — for redemption.
Ἀνάθεμα — that’s what keeps me alive.
Ἀνάθεμα — for the damned, for the fools.

(Chorus)
Λύσσα! Λύσσα! Λύσσα!
May the rage burn within me.
Λύσσα! Λύσσα! Λύσσα!
My mind is scorched — my mind turns feral.
Λύσσα! Λύσσα! Λύσσα!
For all who saw the beast in me.
Λύσσα! Λύσσα! Λύσσα!
I’ll find my beauty in the rage.

Rage

(Intro)
Ἄρης has come — the ground is shaking.
(“Νίκη ἢ Θάνατος!”)
Ἄρης has come — the earth is weeping.
(“Πῦρ ἐν ταῖς καρδίαις — Αἷμα ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς!”)

(Verse 1)

The day has come — the end of a world,
A story too sorrowed for such a slaughter.
You heard the children cry in terror,
You saw fathers and brothers spill their blood.
(Αἷμα! Αἷμα!)
I feel nothing anymore
Before tales like these.
Evolution is built on necessary losses,
Villains are born from consequences.
There is no good, no evil —
Only thinkers, and brutes.

(Chorus)

Hhh—Hhh—Hhh—
This is the end of the world.
Fire spreads, blood pours.
DRRRAAAM!
This is the end of the world.
Bodies impale, souls scream.

(Verse 2)

I too was once innocent,
Searching for redemption in the mouths of the mighty.
I believed in hollow words, in change,
Thinking that if my heart opened, I’d be heard.
But I learned a bitter truth —
Even those who claim closeness,
Even those who worship you, give you faith,
Know you only when they want to.
(Θάνατος τοῖς ψευδέσι!)
I won’t tell you to end alone,
I won’t preach that you must rot alone.
I’ll only say: remain alone.
Apples rot from the inside —
A heart does too.
And by the time you understand it,
You’ll have already taken a bite.

(Chorus)

Hhh—Hhh—Hhh—
This is the end of the world.
Fire spreads, blood pours.
DRRRAAAM!
This is the end of the world.
Bodies impale, souls scream.

(Bridge)

Oh, the only thing that might save us
(Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!)
Is killing just to be saved.
(Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!)
Oh, the only thing that might save us
(Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!)
Is killing just to be saved.
Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!
Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!
Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!
...
.....
.....
Hhhh—HA TAK! TAK! TAK!
Frrr—HA KHO! KHO!

(Pre-Chorus)

The wounds of a heart cut deeper than pain.
Protect yourself, child — before you protect others.
Your heart is sacred — it grows only in you.

(Chorus)

Hhh—Hhh—Hhh—
This is the end of the world.
Fire spreads, blood pours.
DRRRAAAM!
This is the end of the world.
Bodies impale, souls scream.
Hands trembling, legs collapsing,
Faces burning, hearts imploding,
Blood turning oil, sweat turning sorrow.
O let us be damned.
O for our sins.
O let us be killed.
O for our sins.

Arés

(intro)
Κάλλος ἐν πάσῃ πνοῇ.
Ἡ ῥόδον μαραίνεται.
Ἡ σὰρξ ἀνθεί, ἡ σὰρξ ἀποθνῄσκει.
Ἐν δάκρυσιν, χάρις μένει.
(Verse 1)
I have seen the heavens, I have seen the world,
I have walked the earth, I have screamed unheard.
The joy of diamonds, the crystal’s fire,
The lust that drips from flesh’s desire.
I have seen, I have tasted the proudest feast,
Of trembling chests and shaken beasts.
(Chorus)
Would you still love me as the years decay?
When my Aphrodite skin turns clay?
Would you still love me in decades more,
When my Aphrodite flesh is ash once more?
(Post-Chorus)
Ἡ σὰρξ μου λήγει.
Γηράσκω, καὶ ἀνθεῖ ἡ ψυχή.
I saw the ground both open and close,
I dived in light, I touched the shadows.
The sadness of coal, the earth’s grey breath,
The tears of my soul retracting to death.
I feel it, I fade, my mind unwinds —
Is the divine grace leaving me behind?
(Chorus)
Would you still love me as the years decay?
When my Aphrodite skin turns clay?
Would you still love me in decades more,
When my Aphrodite flesh is ash once more?
(Bridge)
I cannot cry, I must go on,
Through storm and tide till all is gone.
If I must drown beneath the sea, cry all “Κάλλος !” for me.
I cannot abandon nor fade away,
In death as in life, I stay.
If I must break, if I must fall,
Cry all “Κάλλος !” — beauty, after all.
(Chorus)
Would you still love me as the years decay?
When my Aphrodite skin turns clay?
Would you still love me in decades more,
When my Aphrodite flesh is ash once more?
(outro)
Μὴ φοβηθῇς τὸ τέλος·
τὸ κάλλος οὐκ ἀπόλλυται.
Ἐν τῷ σκότει λάμπει,
καὶ ἐν θανάτῳ ἀνθεί.

Would you still love me

(Verse 1)
You wandered between Νύξ and Κατάρα,
You took my heart and called it Ἀπάτη.
You turned me into your Φάρμακον,
Just to feed upon my Πνεῦμα.
Dear child of the gods, may your name be erased,
For trying to turn me into something to replace.
Dear child of the gods, may your life now sever—
May your breath find the road to hell forever.

(Pre-Chorus)
I am malefice and spell,
I know exactly what you intend.

(Chorus)
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath fall upon his life.
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath cut through his life.
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath burn his throat
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath drown his boat

(Post-Chorus)
Look at me now, Ψεύστης,
I will expose your truth with ease,
The truth that leaves you crucified—
νεκρός. νεκρός.


(Verse 2)
If I become the moon, my light will guide you to your death,
Then I shall be your sun, burning through your flesh.
In your food I’ll lay the poison deep,
So you learn the lesson you refused to keep.
If I become the tide, I’ll rise and swallow you whole,
Then I’ll turn to earth, trembling under your soul.
Dear child of Satan, let my embrace suffocate you,
Dear child of Hell, let the fire destroy your cells,
O hear me, hear me
O praise me, praise
Dear child, dear child of doomed, let your fate dissapear into my breath

(Chorus)
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath fall upon his life.
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath cut through his life.
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath burn his throat
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath drown his boat

(Bridge)
νεκρός. (Hreaa—ahhh)
ἀνάθεμα, μίασμα, Προδοσία, Ἀτιμία
ἀνάθεμα, μίασμα, Προδοσία, Ἀτιμία
You were a liar from your first breath (Mrrr—haa—rrr…)
You turned me into Hecate’s threat (Hreaa—ahhh)
A witch becoming, cursing your fate to end (Iaa—Ééé—aaa)

Ψεύσασαι — με κατέλυσας !
Ψεύσασαι — με κατέλυσας !
Ψεύσασαι — με κατέλυσας !
Ψεύσασαι — με κατέλυσας !

Θάνατος (Θάνατος!)

(Chorus)
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath fall upon his life.
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath cut through his life.
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath burn his throat
O Μαντεία of Ἀπάτη—
Let your breath drown his boat

(post-chorus)
Look at me now, Ψεύστης,
I will expose your truth with ease,
The truth that leaves you crucified—
νεκρός. νεκρός.
Hreaa—ahhh (νεκρός.)
Mrrr—haa—rrr… (νεκρός.)
Hreaa—ahhh (νεκρός.)
Iaa—Ééé—aaa (νεκρός.)
νεκρός.

(outro)
Μυστήριον
Ἀπάτη
Κατάρα
Μαντεία

Tragoidia Symphonica

Symphonie tragique

(intro)
Κάλλος ἐν πάσῃ πνοῇ.
Ἡ ῥόδον μαραίνεται.
Ἡ σὰρξ ἀνθεί, ἡ σὰρξ ἀποθνῄσκει.
Ἐν δάκρυσιν, χάρις μένει.

(Verse 1)
J’ai vu les cieux, j’ai vu le monde,
j’ai marché sur la terre, j’ai hurlé sans être entendue.
La joie des diamants, le feu du cristal,
la luxure qui coule de l’ardeur de la chair.
J’ai vu, j’ai goûté les festins les plus fiers,
des torses tremblants et des bêtes secouées.

(Pre-Chorus)
Ahh—naï—ahh… ohh—lyssaa
Ohhh—cha—riisss… ohhh—ka—lii

(Chorus)
M’aimerais-tu encore lorsque les années se faneront ?
Quand ma peau d’Aphrodite deviendra argile ?
M’aimerais-tu encore dans quelques décennies,
quand ma chair d’Aphrodite sera à nouveau cendre ?

(Post-Chorus)
Ἡ σὰρξ μου λήγει.
Γηράσκω, καὶ ἀνθεῖ ἡ ψυχή.
Laa—ooo—iii—aa—mmm
Mmm—aaah—phrr—eeh—ahhh…

(Verse 2)
J’ai vu le sol s’ouvrir et se refermer,
j’ai plongé dans la lumière, j’ai touché les ombres.
La tristesse du charbon, le souffle gris de la terre,
les larmes de mon âme se rétractant vers la mort.
Je la sens, je m’efface, mon esprit se dénoue —
la grâce divine est-elle en train de me quitter ?

(Pre-Chorus)
Ahh—naï—ahh… ohh—lyssaa
Ohhh—cha—riisss… ohhh—ka—lii

(Chorus)
M’aimerais-tu encore lorsque les années se faneront ?
Quand ma peau d’Aphrodite deviendra argile ?
M’aimerais-tu encore dans quelques décennies,
quand ma chair d’Aphrodite sera à nouveau cendre ?

(Bridge)
Je ne peux pas pleurer, je dois avancer,
à travers tempête et marée jusqu’à la fin.
Si je dois finir noyée, que tous crient « Κάλλος ! ».
Je ne peux ni abandonner ni disparaître ;
dans la mort comme dans la vie, je reste.
Si je dois me briser, si je dois tomber,
criez tous « Κάλλος ! » — la beauté, après tout.

(Pre-Chorus)
Ahh—naï—ahh… ohh—lyssaa
Ohhh—cha—riisss… ohhh—ka—lii

(Chorus)
M’aimerais-tu encore lorsque les années se faneront ? (Κάλλος)
Quand ma peau d’Aphrodite deviendra argile ? (Κάλλος)
M’aimerais-tu encore dans quelques décennies ? (Κάλλος)
Quand ma chair d’Aphrodite sera à nouveau cendre ? (Κάλλος)

(Post-Chorus)
Ἡ σὰρξ μου λήγει. (Κάλλος)
Γηράσκω, καὶ ἀνθεῖ ἡ ψυχή.
Laa—ooo—iii—aa—mmm (Κάλλος)
Mmm—aaah—phrr—eeh—ahhh…
Κάλλος
Κάλλος
Κάλλος
Κάλλος

(B-side)
Aēēēēē—Eiaaaa...
Aēēēēē—Eiaaaa...
Aēēēēē—Eiaaaa
Aēēēēē—Eiaaaa Ôôôôôôôôôôôôô !
Ôôôôôôôôôôôôô !
Ôôôôôôôôôôôôô !
Ôôôôôôôôôôôôô !
Aïaïaïaïaï—Κάλλος !

(outro)
Μὴ φοβηθῇς τὸ τέλος·
τὸ κάλλος οὐκ ἀπόλλυται.
Ἐν τῷ σκότει λάμπει,
καὶ ἐν θανάτῳ ἀνθεί.

M'aimeras tu encore

Priéres des Moires

(Intro)
Ἄρης est venu — le sol tremble.
(“Νίκη ἢ Θάνατος!”)
Ἄρης est venu — la terre pleure.
(“Πῦρ ἐν ταῖς καρδίαις — Αἷμα ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς!”)

(Verse 1)
Le jour est arrivé — la fin d’un monde,
Une histoire trop triste pour un tel carnage.
Tu as entendu les enfants crier de terreur,
Tu as vu pères et frères répandre leur sang.
(Αἷμα! Αἷμα!)
Je ne ressens plus rien
Face à des récits comme ceux-ci.
L’évolution se construit sur des pertes nécessaires,
Les monstres naissent des conséquences.
Il n’y a ni bon ni mauvais —
Seulement des penseurs, et des brutes.

(Chorus)
C’est la fin du monde.
Le feu se propage, le sang coule.
C’est la fin du monde.
Les corps s’empalent, les âmes hurlent.

(Verse 2)
Moi aussi, j’ai autrefois été innocent,
Cherchant la rédemption dans la bouche des puissants.
J’ai cru à des mots creux, au changement,
Pensant que si mon cœur s’ouvrait, on m’entendrait.
Mais j’ai appris une vérité amère —
Même ceux qui prétendent être proches,
Même ceux qui t’idolâtrent, qui te donnent foi,
Ne te connaissent réellement que lorsqu’ils le décident.
(Θάνατος τοῖς ψευδέσι!)
Je ne te dirai pas de finir seul,
Je ne prêcherai pas que tu dois pourrir seul.
Je dirai seulement : reste seul.
Les pommes pourrissent de l’intérieur —
Un cœur aussi.
Et le temps que tu le comprennes,
Tu auras déjà mordu dedans.

(Chorus)
C’est la fin du monde.
Le feu se propage, le sang coule.
C’est la fin du monde.
Les corps s’empalent, les âmes hurlent.

(Bridge)
Oh, la seule chose qui pourrait nous sauver
(Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!)
C’est tuer pour être sauvé.
(Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!)
Oh, la seule chose qui pourrait nous sauver
(Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!)
C’est tuer pour être sauvé.
Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!
Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!
Πῦρ! Αἷμα! Πόλεμος!

(Pre-Chorus)
Les maux d’un cœur tranchent plus profondément que la douleur.
Protège-toi, enfant — avant de protéger les autres.
Ton cœur est sacré — il ne pousse qu’en toi.

(Chorus)
C’est la fin du monde.
C’est la fin du monde.
Les corps s’empalent, les âmes hurlent.
Les mains tremblent, les jambes cèdent,
Les visages brûlent, les cœurs implosent,
Le sang devient pétrole, la sueur devient chagrin.
Ô soyons damnés.
Ô pour nos péchés.
Ô qu’on nous tue.
Ô pour nos péchés.

[Verse 1]
Aaah—eh—ohh—ahhm…
Qui pourrait vivre sans jamais savoir,
Aimer la lumière, ou louer la poussière.
Mmm—haa—mmmnn—hhhm…
Qui pourrait vivre sans jamais savoir,
Aimer l’essence, ou l’apparence.
Sentir la peur, la joie, la peine,
Ou brûler ta chair pour nourrir la graine.

Ύβρις… Απάτη… Πόθος…

[Verse 2]
Qui pourrait s’élever de la poussière aux flammes,
Toucher les étoiles, puis retomber dans le blâme ?
Marcher dans le feu, goûter le péché,
Mourir pour vivre et respirer encore.
Qui pourrait aimer une telle destinée,
Quand les dieux reflètent vanité ?
Mmm—ahhh—sss—hhh…

Ποιος θα μπορούσε να ζήσει ανάμεσά σας…

[Verse 3]
Dans le premier, grâce, passion, délice,
Les corps mêlés dans une lumière factice.
Dans le second, pureté, colombes et clarté,
La foi intacte, le rite sacré.
Dans le troisième, tromperie et flamme,
Langue de vipère, reproche et blâme.

Δόλος... Λαγνεία... Φθόνος...

[Outro]
Qui pourrait vivre sans jamais savoir,
Où meurt l’ombre, où vont les anges le soir ?
Mmm—ahhh—ehhh—ohhh—ahhm…
Dis-moi, dis-moi — paradis ou en dessous ?
Qui pourrait vivre, sans jamais savoir ?
Θάνατος, Θεός, Παράδεισος, Ἅιδης — Choisis.
Θάνατος, Θεός, Παράδεισος, Ἅιδης — Choisis.
Θάνατος, Θεός, Παράδεισος, Ἅιδης — Choisis.
Θάνατος, Θεός, Παράδεισος, Ἅιδης — Choisis.

Divin

(Chorus)
I'm so sick of being alive,
Don't think that I could understand,
'Cause I'm so sick of being human —
Don't think that I could take it.
I'm so sick of being alive,
Never thought I'd empathize.
So sick of being human —
Don't think that I could take it.

(Verse 1)
They built me up a hundred feet tall just to tear me down,
Look at me by their throne, laughing at me like I'm some poor clown.
(Λῦσόν με… λῦσόν με…)
Do people think they have free ride on my mind,
Coming at me, using me, leaving me broken on the floor, cast aside?
(Λῦσόν με… λῦσόν με…)
Why is it so hard for others to love me?
Is it because I'm not someone who could ever be married?
I'm not girly enough for you, not manly enough for your little secrets.
Is my image and my thoughts too much to handle for a man like you?
When am I gonna be loved like my sisters, like my mothers?
And if one day we sit and share a drink together —
Will you finally bear the sight of my tears?

(Pre-Chorus)
Αἰά… Αἰά… Αἰά…
Αἰά… Αἰά… Αἰά…

(Chorus)
I'm so sick of being alive,
Don't think that I could understand,
'Cause I'm so sick of being human —
Don't think that I could take it.
I'm so sick of being alive,
Never thought I'd empathize.
So sick of being human —
Don't think that I could take it.

(Verse 2)
I'm left here wondering about all the things we could've done —
If I was someone you actually cared about,
Not just a toy on display for your sake when you're bored.
(Λῦσόν με… λῦσόν με…)
Yet I'm still here apologizing for being me,
Yet you're still here making me guilty for being me.
When will I finally stand out in the eyes of those I hold dear?
When will I finally grow wings to fly through their dreams?
(Λῦσόν με… λῦσόν με…)

(Pre-Chorus)
Αἰά… Αἰά… Αἰά…
Αἰά… Αἰά… Αἰά…

(Chorus)
I'm so sick of being alive,
Don't think that I could understand,
'Cause I'm so sick of being human —
Don't think that I could take it.
I'm so sick of being alive,
Never thought I'd empathize.
So sick of being human —
Don't think that I could take it.

(Bridge)
Οὖλλε… Οὖλλε… Οὖλλε…
Μοῖραι, δέξασθέ με… δέξασθέ με…
Οὖλλε… Οὖλλε… Οὖλλε…
Μοῖραι, δέξασθέ με… δέξασθέ με…
Λῦσόν με… λῦσόν με…
Λῦσόν με… λῦσόν με…

(Outro)
I'm so sick (Κραυγή)
Of being me.
I'm so sick (Κραυγή)
Of crying myself to sleep.
I'm so sick (Κραυγή)
Of wanting to die.

M'aimeras tu encore

Tsuza

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