Even though the first EP was never fully finished due to lack of musicians, I continued to write new music for TOM. This music was much inspired by Nachtfalke and Mutiilation. Some of the songs had lyrics but these demos stayed instrumental because I was living at my grandmothers at the time and couldn’t do …
Trancher la soie pour la peine Le ruisseau coulera du drain Invité de la morte divinité Un bain de soi a chagrin L’éternité se fait Pour arrivé la fatalité Les regrets, les amours Enfin pour se jours Du haut d’une bâtisse de bois La lame se fait pesante La salive, une dernière tournée L’air une …
Dans chaque soirée sans lune Les vers ressortent et prennent l’avantage Les créatures mortes souffrent de chagrin Mais la pleine lune reviendra bientôt J’ai souvent pensé a la mort En ses temps lugubre Quelle sagesse apporterait-elle Pour les douleurs reconnus Les yeux si pesant se soir Que l’orage inondera le sang qui coule Je n’ai …
This was drawn the following day of writing the poem of the same name.
I feel the burn inside my head Like the screeching sound of my eyes red If you had not come with such hope The darkness would still let me cope I feel your lips I feel your sting But what is it that you could bring A longevity for an unhappy life And a book …
This poem has a very funny story. I was working at Van Houtte during the fall 2006. I was getting bored working there and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I used to tell my boss every day “If I don’t show up tomorrow, don’t call me, I’m not coming back”. It was a …
This poem was written on my second to last day working at Van Houtte, and was also the poem that would almost get me signed to PAT Editeur for a poetry book. Original writing of poem Le sommet de la peur se fait froid Du haut du château sacré La mort se fait proche Et …
Bleds of the night Through the twilight of the fight The moon blues the skies And the years of pain go by Tonight one love fades And one soul rests ashamed Take my hand and warm it For no more shall it persist Those eyes that are so bright But what do you see from …
At the time Triskalyon was brand new, the goal was to get as many bands and projects in as possible. We wanted to have so many different genres within the people involved that I was myself separating everything. I feel like this should have been a continuation of Throne of Mortality. But I was writing …
Vision Solitude is the mistake band I released in the early stages of Triskalyon. Or perhaps Solitude was right but Soufferance was wrong? What occurred at the time was my passion with Les Legions Noires and wanting to separate every different compositions I made into bands. Solitude was created on October 3rd after hearing the Daniel …
-Digital version Quand mes larmes se mêlent Mon cœur se fait froid Avec toi qui est si loin Je soufre pour que je te voie Cette nuit comme mon cœur Se refroidit pour l’hiver Quand tout est endormit Le calme revient -Written version Quand mes larmes se mêlent Mon cœur se fait froid Toi qui …
In the skies is where the beauty lies Down on earth is where the sinners perch High up there is where my hearts been speared On the stake is where the love is fake With her spell all angels fell At her eyes all things went by From her remorse my life was torched And …
This was written for Anne-Marie Bouchard. The French version of “Away!”. This one is more elaborate. J’ai mal! J’ai mal! Dit l’homme au cœur brisé. Car se soir tu m’as laissé Quand t’est que reviendra t’elle? Dit-il. Car chaque soir il rêve de sa belle. Toujours je pense a toi. Lui dit-il. Et chaque soir recommence …
The first demo of a band that has since gone very far. I never thought this band would continue. After all the confusion between this release and Vision Solitude (both should have been combined) I just thought that this band was a one off. It was later revived in January 2007, but this first demo …
While I was working at Van Houtte from August to October 2006 at Palais des Congrès, I started becoming friends with a frequent customer. His name was Pierre-Antoine Tremblay and he used to come get his coffee and food quite often, and more often as we started talking. On a very boring Saturday afternoon when …