Beyond Any Human Conception Of Knowledge

Oberour ar maro the henchman of death, On his Karriguel he rides
To capture the souls to collect the last breath, Eternal as the tide
Pulled by two horses hitch filled with corpses, His glance glows like a tomb at all saints
The Grotesque Carriage’s sinister squeak, Announces the fall of the scythe

Sowing Anken, The black face of fate
Doomed to Ankoun, takes you to the gates
Karrig an Ankou ... where spirit withers in its flesh constraint

What a tragic night in Rozvilienn, A mournful aura besides Josilin's bed
His breath is still warm, but his survival uncertain
The gleam in his eye, The beating of his soul
Each sound he utters, Is that of a conjurer

Sowing Anken, the black face of fate
Doomed to Ankoun, takes you to the gates
Karrig an Ankou ...where spirit withers in its flesh constraint
Beyond any human conception of knowledge...
...where spirit withers in its flesh constraint
Beyond any human conception of knowledge...
...where spirit withers in its flesh constraint

Caught in the labyrinthine torments of an absurd existence
The harmonious curve of the scythe of appeasement offers his promise
This shadow smeared with terror grants me with an answer
An Ankou relieves me of a soul wounded by the torments of consciousness
The earth debit me from this unsightly body from which I ... SUFFER
A cross of granite will seal the pact that snatches me from this christian ... ACT