Prpfanatio omnium quae deo Vel sanctis propositis consecrantur
For long endless millions of instants I drank at the goblet of illusion Tilling tumours and follies In the ashes of my dreams Three days are not enough
Forever, really, forever! Oaths engraved in the water...
In order to conques the future: and destroy it! I go back - once more - into the abyss of my nothing The dead have the virtue of looking like each other
I used to run trampling on You were visiting my dreams
... sacrilege of fatal arms!
Still, lifeless and empty To the empire of the dark
Mors at suar cohortis ludus: "Anathema, anathema tibi!" "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
And falls slowly the curtain I return to dance in a ring Uncertainty does not exist
In heaven. Or underground