Album: "THE SACRILEGE OF FATAL ARMS"



FOR LONG ENDLESS MILLIONS OF INSTANTS

I DRANK AT THE GOBLET OF ILLUSION

KILLING TUMOURS AND FOLLIES

DESPERATELY WANDERING

THROUGH THE DARK TUNNELS OF THE BONE BOX.

THEN SUBMITTING I CHOSE TO DROWN IN THE ASHES OF MY DREAMS.



WHEN PURITY IS RAPED

THREE DAYS  ARE NOT ENOUGH TO RESURRECT:

EVERYWHERE LEPROSY SPREADS OUT.

THE LIGHT OF THE EYES IS EXTINGUISHED

THUNDERS NOW SHATTER THE EARDRUMS,

THE SCREAMS: THE PLAGUE BE ON YOU!

THE DUST I USED TO BUILD

THE IMPALABLE REALITYOF MY NIGHTS,

BRINGS ME BACKALONG THE PATHS

WHERE I SCATTERED USELESS THORNS.



BELIEVE!

CAN I TRUST YOU?

NO, PLEASE, DON'T!

TRUST YOU?

FOREVER, REALLY, FOREVER!

OATHS ENGRAVED IN THE WATER...



OBEY!

AS A CHILD, OR AN IDIOT

WHO FOLLOWS THE LAWS

OF THE XXX OTHERS

QUICKSANDS HAVE ONLY ONE UNRELENTING GOAL

BON VOYAGE, MONAMOUR-



FIGHT!

THAT INVISIBLE ENEMY

NESTLED BETWEEN THOSE

GORGEOUS, FALSE, SHARP SMILES



IN ORDER TO CONQUER THE FUTURE: AND DESTROY IT

I GO BACK -ONCE MORE- INTO THE ABYSS OF MY NOTHING.

YOU KNOW, THE DEAD HAVE THE VIRTUE OF LOOKING LIKE EACH OTHER...



IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY

WE WERE CHILDREN

AND PLAYING AT RUNNING

AFTER EACH OTHER;

YOU WOULD OFTEN LOCK ME

IN THE DARK CELLAR,

AND I IMPLORED:

"PLEASE OPEN!"

I USED TO RUN TRAMPLING ON

THE LITTLE HEADS

-CUT OFF-

SPREAD RIPE ON THE LAWN

WE HAD NO MOTHER

SO WE`RE TAKING TURNS

IN BEING HER-

YOU WERE VISITING MY DREAMS

LEAVING TO SNOW

THROUGH ALMOST

CLOSED FINGERS

GLITTERING CRYSTALS

OF VIRGINAL ILLUSIONS.



TIME SEEMED OUR BROTHER

UNTIL THE DEADLY NIGHT

TWISTED, I PRESERVED YOU

-JEALOUSLY- BESIDE ME.

GELID, ADORNED WITH

THE DAMNED CLOTHS

OF THE SUDDEN

SILENCE....



WHILE DREAMFUL I OFFERED YOU A SMILE

IN A SUSPENDED FLASH

THE SPIRIT WAS PLUCKED AWAY

BY THE SACRILEGE OF FATAL ARMS-



FOREVER!

REMEMBER?

FOREVER!

I KEPT THE SECRET....



"WHERE IS THE BRIDE?"

"FORSAKEN HIM!"

"FLEEING THE DECEIVED"

"LEFT HIM ALONE!"



TALK, TALK

YOU FOOLS!



FOREVER I WANTED

STILL, LIFELESS AND EMPTY

THE SHADOW OF YOU

TO LIE ON

THE BRIDAL COUCH



WHERE YOU LAUGHED

ASTONISHED

MINDING THE TALES

BIZARRE AND CONTORTED

I TOLD YOU EVERY NIGHT

PRIOR TO SUBMITTING

TO THE EMPIRE OF THE DARK.



MORS AT SUAE COHORTIS LUDUS:

"ANATHEMA, ANATHEMA TIBI!"

ARCANI VIS ET NATURA:

"ANATHEMA, ANATHEMA TIBI!"



THEY WHO KNOW, DO NOT SPEAK!

THEY WHO TALK, DO NOT KNOW!

"MALEDICTUS! MALEDICTUS!"



WE ARE JUST SKETCHES OF MEN

CAUGHT IN A WICKED VORTEX

WHERE TERTIUM NON DATUR

BETWEEN BEING GOD

OR BEING DAMNED-



BUT, AFTER ALL,

ISN'T IT TRUE THAT

AN INAUDIBLE SUGGESTION,

AN INEFFABLE REMORSE,

A SECRET INSTINCT

REVEAL THE IMPURITY

HIDDEN IN SUCCESS,

THE VULGARITY OF VICTORY,

THE FILTH NESTLING

IN FORTUNE-

PURE PURITY,

ABSOLUTE CATHARSIS,

IS IN MISADVENTURE,

IN TRAGEDY,

IN ONE`S INELUCTABLE

CHECK MATE-



AND WHEN THE LIGHTS DIM

AND FALLS SLOWLY THE CURTAIN,

I RETURN TO DANCE IN A RING

WITH THE SKELETON MAN

AND THE BEARDED LADY,

THE BIRD-BOY AND

THE LAUGHING DWARF;

AMONG DRAGONS

AND AVENGING ANGELS,

WINGED MAIDENS

AND HERDS OF BLIND MEN

WHO BARK WITH

OPEN WIDE ORBITS

TAKING ME AT LAST

TO THE WORLD WHERE

UNCERTAINTY DOES NOT EXIST.



IN HEAVEN. OR UNDERGROUND.