The Sacrilege of Fatal Arms

For long endless millions of instants I drank at the goblet of illusion
Tilling tumours and follies
Desperately wandering through the dark tunnels of the bone box
Then, submitting I chose to drown in the ashes of my dreams
When purity is raped, three days are not enough to resurrect

Everywhere leprosy spreads out
The light of the eyes is extinguished
Thunders now shatter the eardrums
The scream is: The plague be on you!

Sacrilegium
Profanatio omnium quae deo
Vel sanctis propositis consecrantur

It seems like yesterday
We were children and playing at running after each other
You would often lock me in the dark cellar
And I implored: Please open!
I used to run trampling on the little heads cut off

Spread ripe on the lawn
We had no mother so we're taking turns in being her
You have visiting my dreams leaving to snow
Through almost closed fingers
Glittering crystals of verginal illusions

Die partei ist hitler!
Hitler aber ist deutschland wie deutschland hitler ist!
Hitler, sieg heil!

Time seemed our brother until the deadly night
Twisted, I preserved you, jealously - beside me
Gelid, adorned with the damned cloths of the sudden silence

While dreamful I offered you
A smile in a suspended flash
The spirit was plucked away
By the sacrilege of fatal arms!

Where is the bride? Forsaken him!
Fleeing the deceived! Left him alone!

Forever! Remember?
Forever! I kept the secret

Talk, talk
You fools!

Forever I wanted
Still, lifeless and empty
The shadow of you to lie on the bridal couch
Where you laughed astonished
Minding the tales bizarre and contorted
I told you every night
Prior to submitting to the empire of the dark

Patris et filii et spiritus sancti
Descendat super vos et maneat semper. Amen

Mors at suae cohortis ludus
Anathema, anathema tibi!
Arcani vis et natura
Anathema, anathema tibi!

They who know, do not speak!
They who talk, do not know!
Maledictus! Maledictus!

We are just sketches of men
Caught in a wicked vortex where tertium non datur
Between being God or being damned

But, after all isn't it true that
An inaudible suggestion, an ineffable remorse
A secret instinct reveal the impurity hidden in success
The vulgarity of victory, the filth nestling
In fortune pure purity
Absolute catharsis is in misadventure
In tragedy in one's ineluctable check mate

The dust I used to build
The impalpable reality of my nights
Brings me back along the paths
Where I scattered useless hopes

Believe!
Can I trust you?
No, please, don't!
Can I trust you?
Forever, really, forever!

My name is damned
These are just oaths engraved in the water
Obey!

Thank you, sir

As a child, or an idiot
Who follows the laws of the others?
Quicksands have just one unrelenting goal
Bon voyage, mon amour

Fight!

That invisible enemy nestled behind those
Gorgeous, false, sharp smiles

I can’t just say: Goodbye!

In order to conquer the future: And destroy it!
I go back - once more - into the abyss of my nothing
You know
The dead have the virtue of looking like each other

And when the lights dim and falls slowly the curtain
I return to dance in a ring
With the skeleton man and the bearded lady
The bird-boy and the laughing dwarf

Among dragons and avenging angels
Winged maidens and herds of blind men
Who dark with open wide orbits
Taking me at last to the world where
Uncertainty does not exist
In heaven or underground

Sacrilegium

Forasmuch as it hath pleased almighty God
In his great message
To take out of this world the soul
Of our dead brother here departed
We therefore commit this body to the ground
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life
Through our lord Jesus Christ, amen

Even angels cry
If a heron refuses to fly and prefer to creep among worms