Akin - The City In The Sea lyrics

A stir is in the air, the waves There is a movement there As if the towers had thrust aside In sinking the dull tide The waves have now a redder glow The hours are breathing faint And low down down that town shal settle d**h has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim west Where the good and bad And the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines palaces and towers resemble nothing That is ours Around by lifting winds forgot resignedly Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie While from a proud tower in the town d**h looks gigantically down No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town. But light from but the lurid sea Streams up the turrets and gleams Up the pinnacles far and free L  des temples ouverts et des tombes b(c)antes B?illent au niveau de vagues (c)tincelantes Mais ni la richesse de chaque idole Ni les morts ne tentent les eaux hors De leur lit car aucune lame ne s'enroute h(c)las I li long de cette solitude de verre aucun gonflement Ne raconte qu'il peut ?tre Des vents sur quelque mer plus heureuse du loin Aucune houle ne sugg(c)re que des vents Ont (c)t(c) sur des mers d'une moins Hideuse s(c)r(c)nit(c) Mais voici! Un branle est dans l'air la vague Il y a un mouvement comme si les tours Avaient repouss(c) en sombrant doucement L'onde morne comme si les fates avaient Alors faiblement fait le vide dans les cieux Fig(c)s les vagues ont   pr(c)sent une lueur plus Rouge les heures respirent sourdes et faibles Et quand parmi les g(c)missements autres que de la terre Tr(c)s bas th(c)s bas cette ville hors d'ici s'(c)tablira L'enfer se levant de mille tr?nes lui rendra hommage d**h has reared himself a throne in a strange city Lying alone far down within the dim west Where the good and the bad And the worst and the best Have gone in their eternal rest. Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie While from a proud tower in the town d**h looks gigantically down From the sun and the stars whence I had drown Froth a pa**ionate light such for my spirit was fit