
Date of issue: 27.02.2012
Song language: English
Spiritism: The Transmigration Passage |
Wrapped in black ruins |
Lost among grey, solemn tombs |
Storming and witching my cadaveric sleep |
For all of the sudden |
The abyss spreads its fangs |
And the pale light is soon devoured! |
Whisper to me of your dead Necropolis… |
Oh putrefaction adorn me again |
Obscene and magnificent in all its forms |
Wrapped a vapor |
Once born of fog and virtue |
Infesting and blessing these Stigmata plagues |
A failing shade embracing |
My shadow long denied |
Ancient and feared: thundering Golgotha |
Silently breed and then sing to me Of the thorns, the pain and its horrors… once again |
Soul! |
Fire! |
Nails and Darkness! |
Soul! |
Fire! |
Nails and Darkness! |
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine; |
In memoria aeterna erit iustus |
Ab auditione mala non timebit. |
Absolve Domine animas |
Omnium fidelium defunctorum |
Ob omno vinculo delictorum |
Et gratia tua illis succurente |
Mereantur evadere iudicium ultionis, |
Et lucis aeternae beatitudine perfrui |
Tuba mirum spargens sonum |
Per sepulchra regionum, |
Coget omnes ante thronum. |
Wrapped in black ruins |
Lost among grey, solemn tombs |
Storming and witching my cadaveric sleep |
And there stood the abyss |
With is mouth open wide |
Devouring, relentless, devouring! |
Whisper to me, of your dead Necropolis |
Obscene… And sleep… and sleep! |
While you became your own tomb! |
Soul! |
Fire! |
Nails and Darkness! |
Soul! |
Fire! |
Nails and Darkness! |
A thousand psalms of penitence |
To wash away this rust from your nails |
But I know too well the nature of man |
To ignore that often the offended forgive |
While the offender never do it Behold! |
Highest spirits, behold! |
So much has been told about the first stone |
But what about the last? |
And he, who will be able to throw it? |
Behold! |
Highest spirits, behold! |
So much has been told about the first stone! |