Anatheme (Royaume Melancoluque I999 † 666I)

An anathema has fallen
On this poor humanity
The dark world is falling asleep
The moon has hidden the sun

And the sky is [bad word] cloudy
Like arms which are opening
Spreading darkness
All over our damned world

The dull sound of thunder
Is like the anger
Of the power of the night
Which [bad word] back to take life

The human beings scream in pain
And beseech their creator
In front of the funeral walking
Of the grip of darkness

Coldness caught 
Our mutilated bodies
And our weakly-beating hearts
Cry their last song

The shells of our dead brothers
Float on the rivers 
And are slowly flowing
Into the black-blooded seas

The rotten earth exhales its stench
Of death, of life which is dying
Of its smoking hecatomb
In the cold and freezing air

The bell is tolling far away
Nobody will hear it anymore
For a reported end
An annihilated dream

Wind is springing up
On these deserted and freezed plains
Where death has spreaded
Where life doesn't exist anymore

And a cloud of dust
Covers the earth
Chaos has set
Its seal on humanity
 [bad word] earth, cry your destiny
Everything stopped to exist
The sentence has been fulfilled