Pensées Nocturnes is a depressive black metal / neoclassical ambient one-ma… Read Full Bio ↴Pensées Nocturnes is a depressive black metal / neoclassical ambient one-man project, fronted by Vaerohn and hailing from Paris, Île-de-France, France.
Vaerohn started making music under the name Pensées Nocturnes in 2008. The music, while rooted in the depressive black metal genre, draws great influence from classical composers, namely Frederic Chopin.

Flore
Pensées Nocturnes Lyrics

Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴

Peints en sombre sur mes mains
Pâles comme neige au matin
La vie a trop vite rayé
Les mots qui la dessinaient
Elle gît lasse dans la boue
Piétinée par tous ces fous
Par l'oubli et chaque pleur
D'un temps qui figé se meurt

Perdu dans son noir parfum
Je cherche des traces usées
Des mots jadis égarés
Sur les flancs d'un grand chemin
Le c ur scellé dans l' il
Loin de tout mais près du vide

Je suis captif de ses rides
Chassé par une peur futile

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Pensées Nocturnes's song Flore speak of a struggle with the meaning of life and the passing of time. The singer begins by describing their hands, which are painted or stained in darkness, and how the words that once defined life have been quickly erased. They go on to describe life, represented by the titular character Flore, as lying exhausted in the mud, trampled on by those who are lost in the oblivion of their own reality.

The singer then describes their search for meaning in the midst of this darkness. They seek out traces of the past in hopes of finding the misplaced words that once gave life its shape. The heart is sealed in the eye, suggesting that the observer is searching within themselves for these answers. The singer is far from everything, but close to emptiness, as they are trapped by the wrinkles of time. The fear that drives them is ultimately found to be pointless, as the passing of time and the feeling of being lost are simply part of the human experience.

Line by Line Meaning

Peints en sombre sur mes mains
My hands are painted dark, representing the weight of my despair

Pâles comme neige au matin
My hands are pale like snow in the morning, symbolizing the emptiness I feel inside

La vie a trop vite rayé
Life has quickly erased the words that once drew it in a positive light

Les mots qui la dessinaient
The words that used to define life's essence have been lost

Elle gît lasse dans la boue
Life now lies exhausted and discarded, covered in mud

Piétinée par tous ces fous
It has been trampled by all the craziness of the world

Par l'oubli et chaque pleur
Due to the forgetfulness and sorrow that surrounds me

D'un temps qui figé se meurt
In a time that is frozen and dying

Perdu dans son noir parfum
Lost in the fragrant darkness that surrounds me

Je cherche des traces usées
I search for worn out signs of hope or direction

Des mots jadis égarés
Words that were once lost to me