Ohh... Senses drown, fall in oceans of rime
The Winds of slumber awoke before me
Adorning their lair with hazy sanctuaries...

Thus I wandered through vales of rapture
Whilst flesh smoulders, widowed in unease
Fathoming spheres with a baroque savour
Swathed in a swirl of thrills and whispers
I stride the temple of dreams

...To waltz in the depths
Of my untamed soul

And thoughts are freed; as reason mourns
They prowl the night's wobbling scenes
Whose cortege led all earthly sway to despite

Crowned on my frescoes, aerial waves
Have shown the contours of essential worlds...

Thus I fathered the vales of rapture
Carnal sinders on the sly still envy
Into the crypts of pains and pleasures
Left under golden seals shall remain
The traces of those crystalline realms

Engraved with the vagrant knife
Loomed ephemereal sights

My thoughts returned to the hollow graves below
My dreams, they'd quietly burnt...
In the shadows now crawl
Yet, lurked in the midst of afterglow
Far memories remain... The prized mementoes I attain.

Aeons shades are cast
I arose from the past
A pale and cold Aphrodite
Lies amongst men to fright enslaved

Suffocation below storms
Abominations mortify dawns
Devastation unfurled its wretched realms
Act of satan, like in mine evil dreams...

And oblivion raped the remains
As revelations of grandiose banes
Desolation diffused its odious beams
Realization, like in mine evil dreams...

What cruel beast devoured their breath?
Panic filled their eyes as if before Medusa's glance
Destinies bowed to death, while I was feasting
So oddly enthralled by this Devil's dance

Stammered words, drawn in tears, beg for the rebirth of life
Beyond the reef of times, I feel misfortune be rife
Through the tolls and wailings come from undying fogs
My thoughts embraced the charms of a shocking epilogue...

Afar, grimacing in the prowess of erroneous presence
I behold, firm under the infinite havens
(...The spectre of ancient creations)

The spirits kissed the breeze
Through bleak threnodies
Trying to reach, in vain, Divine...

L'approche de l'aube final
Noircit la clarté de mon existence
Mes jours s'orchestrent de poussieres
Notre réel ne serait-il pas virtuel?...

Waters darkened, stealthy silhouettes dive
To reach the place whence temptations derive
A sea of passions, of unbridled desires
Violently swells before such regal lures

A splendour infernal
Beauty, darker through her whims
Drowning men neath the rapture streams...

Fright had woken the fiercest evil spells
Seduction decked out in death's jewels
Musing on the disarray of fates inclined
To quiver and bewail to the touch of her frosty nails

Pure and strong on ways so long
Lo! She intones enthralling songs
Wolfing down the flame in your eyes
Verses like the ice that freezes even the gods
(...And no sign from heavens)

Once in the empire, bear the pain
Beyond grace, behind faiths
As tortured pleas, wails rise from her domains

Thus nature's destructive side unveiled
And reigns a sombre star, sowing fear
Amongst the weakened hearts of men...

Pure and strong on ways so long
Lo! She intones enthralling songs
Building on the ruins and flying with the fall