Where are you, Nibban?      In a frozen cave   Where will be sleeping   A thousand serpents in a niche   Of leather and silver      The eyes close   Stone embitters the eternal seat   The crystalline waters shine   They shine and they mirror   So unconscious   They fight void brave of the tears      Into desecration   The more beautiful woman layer   Embroidered with the unholy   And sacrilegious feeling      Reflex of Myself      With my prayers   Come from the sharpest sheet, wisely,   Horrible for your rhymes   It can make you God   A luxurious crown   Full of fidelity   And majestic passion      Where madonnas   And messianic temples   Burning in praise for you   And your ministers   Arriving the gloomy below will see my place   The emptiness that will be cold and with sadness      Cry trees, cry for me   As the fingernails of a harpia in my soul   The Star-king's splendor   Arise slowly   Where is my soul?      Ah, feel the manifestation of the essence   Into the mist of hate   To the days exist the night   To the pleasures exist the torments   To the creators exist the destructors      Ah, feel the darkness   The tranquility is the devastation of the monotony   And the illumination's wisdom      Meditating in the contemplation of the horizon