Dans un halo scintillant de feux défiants les raisons, la voûte magnifique d'un Temple noir se dessinait au-dessus des âmes. Dans le berceau de Dieu elles se laissaient renaître, pour contempler, sans rien garder, espérer ou attendre. Il ne restait rien de ces siécles qui pliaient les corps, éteignaient la vie, niaient l'existence pure et son Principe. Seul un écho profond répondait aux origines et les magnifiait à chaque nouvelle percêe du silence. Le temps ne martelait plus, rien n'avait été, rien ne serait plus jamais. Dans un halo de Ténèbres éclatantes, ils fusionnèrent avec le moment sublime, le Grand Mal que toute la vie attend. Ils virent leur œuvre improvisée s'effondrer puis l'oublièrent sereinement sans songer à la suivante. Ils sombrèrent dans l'éphémère suprême, alcôve délicieux, sanctuaire des immortels... ce qui fût n'est plus, ce qui sera n'est pas... et la chaos se tût.

In a scintillating halo of fires defying reason, the vault of a black Temple loomed above the souls. In the cradle of God they let themselves to be reborn, to contemplate, without keeping anything, hoping or waiting. Nothing remained of these centuries which folded the bodies, extinguished life, denied the pure existence and its Principle. Only a deep echo answered the origins and magnified them at every break of the silence. Time had stopped beating, nothing ever was, nothing would ever be. In a halo of lurid Darkness, they merged with the sublime moment, the Great Evil that all life is waiting for. They saw their improvised work collapse, then forgot it serenely, without wondering of the next one. They foundered in the supreme ephemeral, delightful alcove, sanctuary of the deathless... What was is no more, what will be is not... and the chaos subsided.

Lyrics... from each album? What lyrics?
Also, I don't know any French, but if I did, I'd be all on this right now.

...but BAN have never published lyrics, except on Fathers of the Icy Age, and those are in English already. So I don't understand what translation there is to be done.
Unless you plan to decipher them, which is going to be rather difficult, to say the least, and ultimately pointless in the end.

Well, at least Epitome XVII seems to have English lyrics, too. Maybe these could be identified and posted...
But yeah, most of the stuff won't be recognizable, no matter how expertized you are in deciphering extreme metal vocals.

Damn, those guys should publish lyrics, those are prety badass.

Here's a crude translation of the lyrics for Epitome XV:
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Good translation! I'm downloading the album, I'll see if I can decipher these lyrics in the song.

Damn, those guys should publish lyrics, those are prety badass.

I suppose the clean vocals in (2012) Blut aus Nord - 777 - Cosmosophy will be quite easy for english talking people.
I'm listening to Epitome XVII and can understand something: "How many seassons...", "How many dreams...",...

Yeah I heard those lines too. Maybe I'll give it another spin later and try deciphering the lyrics while I'm at it.

P.S: And I just saw the (2011) Blut Aus Nord - 777 Sect(s) french "lyrics" (psalms?) too.

Damn, those guys should publish lyrics, those are prety badass.

Ah well I find his arrogant artfaggy mysteriousness quite ridiculous and funny, so I have nothing invested in the mystique.

All I heard in XVII was "How many seasons beyond this hidden life? How many treasons beyond this gravelled line?". Sounds weird I know, but I blame it on Vindsval's French accent. XIV was a bit harder, I'll get around to it some other time.

In Odinist track at 2:34 I heard something like: "I will be your death now" and then the riff start killing.

Not psalms. More like scribblings by a screwball. I'll look into translating them as well.
By the way, should we have a thread for unofficial lyrics? Like ones you can pick out by ear, but aren't officially published?

Wasn't LHP that album where the vocalist recorded his vocals all impromptu? You know, without lyrics prepared.

how many seasons beyond this sacred life? how many treasons beyond this clever lie?

Sect(s)
Nothing could precede the echo of God, the Great Evil that lurks ahead of time.

A source that preserves its light, far from the life apart from life, a supreme abstraction which leaves dogmas of time to create its own illusion, creating its legend and its enemy.

The accession, lust and devotion as the only rules of non-existence.

The glory of the fathers of man, the forgers who inject the blood of saints.

The origins are multiple, they proliferate and scatter seconds on their journey, the seconds of terror and doubt which accompany these deaths up to the gates of nothingness.

They would die under the weight of centuries. In the redemption, they would die pleading, leaving a final pardon to escape and then resonate in the confusion of time without even understanding the sin.

The Desanctification
"What is laughter, what is joy, when the world is ever burning? Shrouded by darkness, would you not seek the light?" - Buddha

"Behold this beautiful body, a mass of sores, a heaped-up lump, diseased, much thought of, in which nothing lasts, nothing persists." - Buddha

"Of bones is this city made, plastered with flesh and blood. Herein, are stored decay, death, deceit, and detraction." - Buddha

"Thoroughly worn out is this body, a nest of diseases, perishable. This putrid mass breaks up. Truly, life ends in death." - Buddha

Then they deny, allow the sin. They are bathed in the memory of the shadow. Believing they have ripped away freedom, they are torn apart in the streaming rostrums of the martyr. Each stone was removed from the ashes of the world. The idols were draped in forgotten blasphemies. It was sacred from the demented who were alone in the light and remain alone in the darkness.
Amna

Cosmosophy
"Few among men reach the other shore,
All the others run up and down along this shore." - Buddha

In a halo of scintillating lights defying reason, the magnificent vault of a black Temple looms over souls.

In the cradle of God they were reborn, to contemplate, with nothing to keep, hope or expect.

There was nothing left of these centuries that bent the body, extinguished life, denied pure existence and its Principle. Only a deep echo responded to the origins and each new magnification had an opening of silence.

Time hammered incessantly on, nothing had been, nothing would ever be. Its architecture of monumental fantasies collapsed on itself. In a halo of brilliant Darkness, they merged with the sublime moment, the Great Evil that all life awaits. They saw their improvised work collapse and then serenely forgot without thinking about what follows. They sank into the supreme ephemeral, delicious alcove, sanctuary of the immortals...

What was is no longer, what will be is not...
AND THE CHAOS SUBSIDED.

Such is the fate of the mortal piercing infinity.

As far as i am getting for Epitome XVII lyrics ought to be

I spent a bit of time translating the 777 trilogy.
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Let's keep going. There's plenty of work to do.