Country: France Location: Paris, Île-de-France Year of creation: 2001 Genre: Funeral Doom Metal Lyrical themes: Origin of mankind
Monolithe - Monolithe I
The wider is connected to the smaller All is one and one is all
Maelstrom of connecting elements Embracing absolute nothingness Melting into useless stripes, Moving to nowhere with purposeless destination
Through time and space
In brotherhood with an abstract presence In a sphere of absurd vacuum
It has always been a deep black hole Without meaning for the ones who were once put there Trying to find an aim to all this In presence of an alien reflection they progressed Unconscious of a cosmic plan Distant from uncountable centuries away And the time had come...
There was just nothing and then it was there Then darkness disappeared...
Far from the random shapes of nature Beyond the bounded knowledge of men
Shining in a morning sun, It was standing, beautiful
An artefact raised at the horizon of Earth
A sense and a purpose to the being From beyond the infinite and further
A non understandable communication Messenger of what was once, Still is and will ever be
Past and future at the lowest point of the scale A sign of the watchers, kindly looking to their herds
Waiting to be reached, a clue from above, A mean of colonisation through the aeons
Through the aeons...
Self confident intelligent species, Used like flock, raised to thoughts and civilization For an unreachable and inexorable goal Nothing was random, a beast known as mankind Evolution through ageless times
A monolith as message For the sake of what?
Monolithe - Monolithe II
As it grows through the ages, Subconsciously playing against itself Until the scale has balanced to The back of the wrong side It slowly leaves its small cage for a bigger one
Everything was so planned
Step by step the sewage of its omnipresence streams A rigid natural order to a swirling chaos
This friendly evening light is no more... The contaminated cradle has been left further behind
Spectrums of time are filled with this sick presence As the bounds of space are now violently forced
Fleeing from its own destruction Through this endless darkness It leads The Core to a predictable perdition Until The Plan spreads its web Around the regathered four dimensions
It was a wrong choice if there was any other Observation and guidance for and from aeons, Where a single quark's journey didn't yet get to an end
Over the threshold of the Monolith Where knowledge equals ignorance Where everything once belonged Where time is forever... Where even nothingness has no shape
Existence could have another meaning now It would anyway all end the same, The edges are close, mouth open to swallow it all A sole drapery seeds the desolate fields of the bounds
Floating weak on the alien rock, no possible focus Standing, beautiful in a morning sun It was the meaning of everything...
The road of the neo-exodus has been sculpted there In stone of dark colours by foreign hands