A BARD’S OBSERVANCES

À TOUS MES CHERS AMIS.

Ceux qui saigne le plein ardeur,

Ceux qui trainent dans la noirceur,

Ceux qui luttent, qui jouent à sabreur;

Devenant leur propres massacreurs.

TO ALL MY DEAREST FRIENDS.

Those who've bled to be reborn.

Those who've died and sprouted horns.

Those who've cried and who shall mourn;

The loss of their own souls.