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Dancing under the Closed Eyes of Paradise |
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SOPOR AETERNUS... |
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O mortis secretum, ubi finis nervorum? |
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O funeris algor, ubi sonus somniorum? |
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The insane wine of the night misled my soul |
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At the confluence of dream and of pain... |
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We dance under the closed eyes of paradise, |
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And our eyes tear the insane space of the night. |
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Saltemus sub oculis coniventibus paradisi! |
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The voilence of the winter moon spreads a mantle |
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Of cold icy pain over my petrified landscape. |
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Seized by the freezing frosts of the diabolic winter, |
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Our hearts breathe the winds of sadness. |
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Saliamus, saliamus aeterno, |
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Saltemus saltatum mortis! |
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Saliamus, saliamus! |
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But what is in my heart can only be read by the winds |
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That gathered my words of pain. |
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The veil of the night falls at our feet |
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Revealing the views of the fiery sky. |
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Kyrie eleison. |
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The gentle sapphirian night wrapped me in its maternal warmth |
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And her hair, studded with stars, had a scent of sensuality |
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As I lay embraced in her sweet caress. |
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How tender is the night in her amorous delights. |
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Where are the flowers I gave you, my love? |
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The amaranth, the rose and the lily. |
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Buried within the glacial vault of my thoughts, |
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Take from me this fading breath, |
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Enfold me in your veil of darkness |
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To celebrate the reign of black eternal night. |
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And in the snows, glittering in the cold fragile moonlight, |
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Appeared the incandescent flowers... |
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"The blood of angels", |
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Said one of our round. |
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"Our blood". |
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We dance... |
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...and the blowing of the winds is our only music, |
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We dance. |
