O mortis secretum, ubi finis nervorum?
O funeris algor, ubi sonus somniorum?
The insane wine of
the night misled my soul
At the confluence of dream and of pain...
We dance under the closed eyes of paradise,
And our eyes tear
the insane space
of the light.
Saltemus sub oculis coniventibus paradisi!
The voilence of the winter moon
Of cold icy pain over my petrified landscape.
Seized by the freezing frosts
of the diabolic winter,
Our hearts breathe
the winds of sadness.
Saliamus, saliamus aeterno,
Saltemus, saltatum mortis!
But what is in my
heart can only be read
by the winds
That gathered my words of pain.
The veil of the nigth falls at your feet
views of the fiery sky.
The gentle sapphirian night wrapped me
in its maternal warmth
And her hair, studded
had a scent of sensuality
As I lay embraced in her sweet caress.
How tender is the nigth
in her amorous
Where are the flowers I gave you, my love?
The amaranth, the rose and the lily.
Buried within the glacial
of my thoughts,
Take from me this fading breath,
Enfold me in your veil of darkness
To celebrate the reign of black
And in the snows, glittering
in the cold fragile moonlight,
Appeared the incandescent flowers...
Said one of our round.
...and the blowing of the winds is
our only music,
O solitude of death, where is the end of the strings?
coldness of the grave, where is the sound of dreams?
Let us dance under the closed eyes of Paradise!
Let us dance, let us
Let us engage in the dance of death!
Let us dance, let us dance!
Lord, have mercy.
He bore our pain,
He carries our torment.
Despised by all,
You are an angel of
Tainted with sadness,
You bear woe and grief.