BORGNE

L’Écho de mon Mal

Near the Bottomless Precipice I Stand

To Cut the Flesh and Feel Nothing but Stillness

Even If the Devil Sings into My Ears Again

Vers des Horizons aux Teintes ardentes

Where the Crown is Hidden

I Drown My Eyes into the Broken Mirror

The Swords of the Headless Angels

Everything is Blurry Now