Celebrate and praise the dead spirit   Bury your hopes with him   Nobody and nothing can rejoice me   except the world of pretence.   The god doesn't deserve my sacrifice   and his image must not be   transfigured in divinity   Let me make experience of me   relish the horror of a bloodshed   feel an instinctive pleasure before   what commonly stirs up disgust.   And then I could approach   following existences   disembowel the unconscious   Express my verity, hidden or denied   that will appear like a blind enigma to you   And I will find childlike purity again   amorality that hurt the false minds   I will essay the elementary pulsations   those you have secluded in dreams   Or destroyed with a symbolic castration   I prepare my magic death   I enter the reign of imagination   I enter the thunder's memory   and my body revives, my spirit is in peace   my heart is ready, my essence plunges into warm earth      and my mind blends with the cosmic energy.   We all raise with the sun   and we'll return to death   like a drop of rain towards the wide ocean.   I've dreamt a winged snake   eating its own tail, encircling the earth   And a mountain of crystal   bearing the child of an old witch who died confessing her sins   I woke up and I looked at myself in the black mirror   and I felt a new magic strength   enliven the blood time had frozen in my veins.   Now I follow my religion and the brightness of my mind   Since now I revive   I honour and respect the choices I made   I don't let silence dominate my heart   I don't let fear suffocate my shout.   May the queen have new desires   that come true with the heat of fire   I close my circle lighting the candles of stars   I celebrate my rebirth