Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the shadows   Something that recalls the grave   Hides in the hellish depths and awaits   When I dream, it peeks into empty goblet   (and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and licentiousness   I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out"   But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body   No matter it poisons and causes death   The past is like an eternal funeral   Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cell   I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear   I lasted in the infinity of meditations and contamplations   Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy land   And its taste and coldness I remember   Bare-foot digging my own pit   I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and begged   But was the sandto become my salvation   Or worms the people on the court of light   The past reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old   Burning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of Jehova   I killed mercy, spotting on the laws of god   I celebrated the birth of power   I fall in love with freedom and the beast   And I spat out the Antichrist from my morbid womb   In order to give life to alvine grain   And concentrate the birth of human tragedy & destruction   I envisaged myself as a great magician   Althought they called armageddon the whore   Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the world   The past only sometimes is like the sind   That we grave-digger throws in your eyes