Polumnia Omnia

The heavenly thing forbids you
Now the vast death will press you
Woe to those who are aware of themselves in their eyes
(Woe to those who are aware of themselves in their eyes)

Goya's mystery is being revealed
The wise run through the forbidden crime fiercely
(The wise are drawn into crime)
The slow step of death and necessity will take away the distance
(The slow step of death and necessity will take away the distance)

The yoke owes nothing to itself

Believe in no useless edicts
(Beware of seeing where the useless edicts are)

Dominance
Dominance
Dominance

Goya's mystery is being revealed
Woe to those who fix the image on the empty throne
(Woe to those who praise the image, admire, and increase)
The distance of necessity will take away the distance
(And the distance of necessity will take away the distance)

Never born, I desire