Allan [English translation]

Poor dolls

Going and coming, (Allan Allan)

Poor ghost

Strange and wan (Allan Allan)

I hear your monotonous chanting

Night shivers (Allan Allan)

I hear your tired heart

To have loved (Allan Allan)

Strange reveries count my nights

On a long journey where nothing lives

Strange visions cover my forehead

Everything seems coated with a shadow

The strange taste of death

Is offering my body

Drunk my soul until dawn

The strange Ligeia reborn in me

Of all my being I come to you !

Sallow mask

You die tonight (Allan Allan)

Empurpled mask

Of dried blood (Allan Allan)

Whence comes your fear of nothingness

Your tears of child (Allan Allan)

Who are the tears

Of your turmoils ? (Allan Allan)