Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the shadows
Something that
recalls the grave
Hides in the hellish depths and awaits
When I
dream, it peeks into empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and
licentiousness
I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body
No
matter it poisons and causes death
The past is like an eternal funeral
Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a
stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear
I lasted in the
infinity of meditations and contamplations
Waiting for the deserved
dream, there on the holy land
And its taste and coldness I remember
Bare-foot digging my own pit
I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover
and begged
But was the sandto become my salvation
Or worms the
people on the court of light
The past reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and
old
Burning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of Jehova
I killed
mercy, spotting on the laws of god
I celebrated the birth of power
I fall in love with freedom and the beast
And I spat out the
Antichrist from my morbid womb
In order to give life to alvine grain
And concentrate the birth of human tragedy