RevealedFromtheVoy

Assise sur la coque du vaisseau, elle fredonnait un air mélancolique et regardait l'horizon. Elle attendait qu'il revienne depuis une éternité. Le vaisseau sur lequel elle était assise rutilait et brillait comme au premier jour de sa sortie d'usine. Cependant elle avait compté les jours depuis son départ et avait vu le paysage changer devant elle. Elle avait vu les saisons défiler, les oiseaux chanter dans le ciel, les écureuils danser sur les branches. Elle avait vu les arbres bourgeonner puis être recouvert de givre puis bourgeonner à nouveau. Elle avait vu tout cela, et plus d'une fois. Ell

I wish I could find A way to never die. You know I'm gonna look For it my whole life. Why can't I just be Alone, my poor heart Is suffering in this hell. I wish I could find A way to never die. Because my life seems So meaningless When I'm left out. When I'm far away From you and your heart, I'm suffering alone. I wish I could find A way to never die. A way to remain silent In the darkest hour, To be brave, In the highest of the storm When the wind strikes me down And you're not here. I wish I could find A way to never die. A way to remain alive In this horrible life That strikes me down, And down, again...

He arises from the War, The chosen one of Arad. He is the wind that takes the sea away, The savior of Arad. He breaks the hearts And the plates. Of Arad he is the protector He who knows no fear. Be afraid of his sword, His cape and his shield, He is the chosen one of Arad. He who survives death, Who comes even stronger, He is the savior of Arad. He leads his knights In front of the fights, He leads them to victory. He is the arm of Arad, Its might and its pride. He is the edge of Arad, The sharpest of the swords. He is the wind of the Great Mass Grave, He is the breath of the deads, The voice of the Impfers. He runs on the battlefields, A

The Weisse Krieger were heading, At the edge of the Void, Towards the Spring stars. They lost themselves, Crashed in unknown territories. Even lost, They fought And they won. From the fertile land of a virgin world Has risen a powerful army That left for the Spring Stars. Those mighty warriors, Once chained Have been able to free themselves, From their sins Have been able to purify themselves. From the lands of fertile world Has risen their army, A culture founded To protect Their families and their elders. Their hopes once broken, They have forged them again In the lands of a fertile world. They fought to appropriate that world to themselv

He commands the Four Winds, He who forged them into blood. He commands his Apprentices, He who taught them About the ways of the Infinite. On the battlefields he rides his steed, The very same he tamed At the edge of the Great Rip At the last moment. He has known the war, The very same he lead To unite his people To their Mother the Earth. He has known the thirst, The very same that can only be Quenched by diving his gaze Into the windings of Time. He has known the cold, The very same that can only be Dispelled by death, And he has come back from it Full of strength and heat.

Il commande aux Quatre Vents, Lui qui les a forgés dans le sang. Il commande à ses Apprentis, Lui qui les a instruis Sur les voies de l’Infini. Au milieu des champs de bataille, Ses cheveux flottant dans le vent, Il chevauche son destrier, Celui-là même qu’il a dompté Au bord de la Grande Déchirure Au point de rupture. Il a connu la guerre, Celle-là même qu’il a menée Pour unir son peuple À leur Mère la Terre. Il a connu la soif Celle-là même qui ne peut être étanchée Qu’en plongeant son regard Dans les méandres du Temps. Il

Il surgit d’entre la Guerre, L’élu d’Arad. Il est le vent qui emporte la mer, Le sauveur d’Arad. Il brise les cœurs Et les armures. D’Arad il est le protecteur Lui qui ne connait aucune peur. Craignez son épée, Sa cape et son bouclier, Il est l’élu d’Arad. Lui qui survit à la mort, Qui revient encore plus fort, Il est le sauveur d’Arad. Il mène ses chevaliers Au-devant des combats, Il les mène à la victoire. Il est le bras d’Arad, Il est sa force et sa fierté. Il est le tranchant d’Arad, La plus coupante des épées. Il es

Les Guerriers Blancs se rendaient, À la veille du Néant, Vers les étoiles du Printemps. Ils se sont perdus, Ecrasés en territoire inconnu. Même perdus, Ils se sont battus Et ont vaincu. De la terre fertile d’un monde vierge a surgi Une puissante armée qui partit Vers les étoiles du Printemps. Ces puissants guerriers, Autrefois enchaînés Ont pu se libérer, De leurs péchés Ont pu se purifier. Des terres d’un monde fertile A surgi leur armée, Une culture fondée Pour protéger Leurs familles et leurs aînés. Leurs espoirs autrefois brisés, Ils le

He was sitting on the grass, biting in an apple. Juice flowed over his chin. He munched on his apple quietly. Lost in his thoughts, his gaze looking at the far-off city. His people had terraformed Mars about a thousand years ago. Since then, people could walk and live on Mars’ surface without having to worry about heavy suits and oxygen masks. But it wasn’t really Mars. The true Mars had a salmon sky, dust everywhere, red rocks, a toxic atmosphere. Then mankind crashed into it and denatured it. As he was looking melancholically into the blue sky, the head of his companion appeared in his eyesight. She had violet hair and dark br