Spleen [English translation]

When the low heavy sky weighs like a cover

Down the wailing spirit racked by long troubles

& That from the horizon embracing the whole circle

It makes a black day sader that nights pour down on us

When the earth is turned into a wet dungeon

Where hope , like a bat ,

Goes away timidly beating the walls with its wing

& Banging its head against rotten roofs

Where the rain spreading its huge streaks

Imitates the bars of a vast prison

& A dumb people , from infamous spiders ,

Comes & tightens his nets in the bottom of our brains

Bells all of a sudden jump in a fury

& Throw an awful yelling at the sky

As well as wandering nationless spirits

That start moaning obstinately

& Long hearses , without drums nor music

Slowly parade in my soul , hope

Is defeated , cries , & the dreadful despotic anxiety ,

Sticks its black flag into my leaning skull

& Long hearses , without drums nor music

Slowly parade in my soul , hope

Is defeated , cries ..

• Artist:Peste Noire
• Album:La Sanie des siècles – Panégyrique de la dégénérescence