Энциклопедия

The Opening

As a gleam appearing far away in the landscape, the time has come 
As if this flame was the visual rendering of my sensations, 
As a presence which keeps my senses awaken, the process is on 
As if something should happen here now, my reason has gone 
As I would penetrate my own soul, I feel in my own stomach 
It's the moment which unfolds toward the infinite 
It's the moment that should have happened, that explains all the others, that's always been there, which is the cause, the instant and the destination 

It's the moment when the curtain falls, it's the moment when you face what you are 

We run naked in the forest, our heads are trimmed with antlers 
Everything is now no more but an explosion of wailings 
It's ultimate animal frenzy, forest's spirits tongue 
Bodies move around and torn in a boundless violence 

Que l'esprit des ancêtres prenne possession de moi, 
Qu'il me dirige et que rien d'autre ne soit 

The tribe moves as an ensemble 
Gesticulations are triggered by the same pulse 
It's the time when the setting reverses 
Spirits become everything and people dissolve into intangibles 
It's the face of the forest's spirit which makes an appearance 

This incantation fills the whole universe 

Cause we're the children of the moon, the animal totally assumed 
Cause we're the children of the moon, She's the mirror in which christians don't dare to look 
She talks to us from deep inside our soul…


Death of A King

A long time ago, long before our era, lived king Altria Nemcheleck. Straight from birth, he reigned over a huge empire covered by luxurious forests and prairies. He was born with the power and pride which make men that lead peoples. But this king was also filled with a limitless bounty. 
He was respected and loved by his people, and when he was riding over his lands, it was as if an entire army was on the way. He was so good that he could not find the necessary anger to defeat neighbouring chiefs who were jealously plotting in order to invade his lands. 
Even if he was as strong as one hundred men, one morning he found himself encircled in his city by rival armies. As the days were passing by, supplies became scarce. He realized that this situation was leading them to death and chosed to die as he ever lived : with dignity. 
Doors opened and the king rushed at his enemies, followed by his most valiant warriors. This was a terrible battle and he died under the blows of his too numerous opponents. 
And so ends the tale of the king that died by being too good. 
And so ends the tale of the king Altria Nemcheleck…


The Galleries of Time

To climb back up the galleries of time, 
To melt in this ocean of spirits, 
To bath in this substance of autumn colors, 
To be the fœtus in your own stomach 

To climb back up the galleries whose walls are made of the spirits of our ancestors, the guardians of time 
To bath in cosmic matter, the mother, the matrix, the whole 

To feel the connection, and see the inside outside 
To see the connection, and feel the outside inside 
To feel the connection, and see the inside outside 
To see the connection, and feel the outside inside 

It's a profound exploration of the human soul, 
An intimate dialogue with the origin of things, 
It's a profound exploration of human nature, 
A bath in the primitive energies 

Suddenly an internal wave submerges me 
The storm breaks and I now feel energies of fiery, active and creative energies 

Now I know the color of positive energy necessary to influence things 
I have the spark at the tip of my fingers 
I can feel it inside my spirit and body 

To feel the connection, and see the inside outside 
To see the connection, and feel the outside inside 
To feel the connection, and see the inside outside 
To seal the connection, and feel the outside inside 

It's a profound exploration of the human soul, 
An intimate dialogue with the origin of things, 
It's a profound exploration of human nature, 
A bath in the primitive energies


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What Was

To have a last look behind 
For our people ther is no remain to be saved 
Just burn everything behind us, bored that we are to be imprisoned, to be humiliated 

Concreted in their " god business " civilisation, their deeds are criminal, sly and smelless 
Programmed from their birth with their own rules, human beings are trapped in an illusion of freedom 

Since we'll never live anymore in the prairie with women and children, as we are tied by their morals 
Since we'll never live anymore in the forest as we did before, as we are punished by their laws 

Masters of this scientocratic world sealed their supremacy by creating philosophy, democracy and christianity 
They settled the limits of good and evil and kept people in this part of the universe 
Bastards, rats, wicked ! 

We could have been quiet men, working in the fields for the prosperity of our families, 
We could have been happy in a city inhabited by people having the faces of our culture, 
But today we wear the mask of death and Cernu's antlers trimm our heads 

The door opens and we jump into the flames of hell, 
We go forward and kill side by side, as the brothers that we are, 
We'll fight up to the last for the spirit of our tribe, never fade in the night, 
We go forward and kill side by side, as the brothers that we are, 
We'll never give up this fight ! 

May the connection happen 
Let the soul of our ancestors flow in us 
May we poor their destructive fury 
May our earth be covered with a red ocean, and nothing survive 
May we impale their gods and their descendants 
May our screams destroy their temples 
May our reign come back 
We're the children of the forest 
We are Cernu's sons 
We're their demons 
We're their evil 
And we are their pain


And To Fight Forever

To go forward and never give up, 
To get back up each time and rush in like a bull 
I always followed this flame that I carry in me, 
And never has it been extinguished by any storm 

Never give up and fight, 
Never give up and fight, 

To go forward never listening to those who judge me while, 
They themselves behave as rats 
I've never courted those who from behind their mask want to see me, 
On the ground 

Never give up and fight, 
Never give up and fight 
Never give up and fight, 
Never give up and fight 

Because life is a nightmare within which we live our dreams 

To feed the light during a neverending winter, 
To feel I, I and, always I, 
When you lost everything and only the source remains, you, 
As a snow covered tree, in a field 

Never give up, fight forever ! 
Never give up, fight forever !