Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song L'Heautontimoroumenos (1857) (Self-Tormentor), artist - Diamanda Galas. Album song Saint of The Pit, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 16.11.1986
Record label: Intravenal Sound Operations
Song language: English
L'Heautontimoroumenos (1857) (Self-Tormentor) |
No rage, no rancor: I shall beat you |
As butchers fell an ox |
As Moses smote the rock in Horeb— |
I shall make you weep |
And by the waters of affliction |
My desert will be slaked |
My desire, that hope has made monstrous |
Will frolic in your tears |
As a ship tosses on the ocean— |
In my besotted heart |
Your adorable sobs will echo |
Like an ecstatic drum |
For I—am I not a dissonance |
In the divine accord |
Because of the greedy Irony |
Which infiltrates my soul? |
I hear it in my voice—that shrillness |
That poison in my blood! |
I am the sinister glass in which |
The Fury sees herself! |
I am the knife and the wound it deals |
I am the slap and the cheek |
I am the wheel and the broken limbs |
Hangman and victim both! |
I am the vampire at my own veins |
One of the great lost horde |
Doomed for the rest of my time, and beyond |
«To laugh—and smile no more» |