Flores solis, ardentes in aeternum,

Ne secuti sitis fatum floris venenati...

Colores delectant, inebriant odores,

At siccatur sinus perpetuo lacrimando...

Nam angeli cursus firmamentum

lacrimarum...



I depart from this world of grey

to reach the red eternal.



Red, the scarlet letters burn within my mind:

We won't follow the Sun in its course.

We will follow the Moon in its curse.

Lacerate the heavens, devour the Sun,

rape the light.



We are waiting for an eternal night

Where to keep Heaven's tears away from the

eyes of the sun,

Cast away from your universe of warmth,

of love and shelter,

The path of the angel is a firmament of tears.



Luxuries of pain, lurid agony,

The universe echoes the scream

Of a soul overflowed with sorrow.

Exhausted, let me drown in your eyes!



Shatter the stars, drag out the ligth

And drown it in the deepest seas of my mind;

I need no more brightness:

I am the night and the shadows.

I am the field when pain is the seed.



Flores noctis sumus atque alas pandimus

In profundis tenebrarum

Solus halitus emanans penna speculae,

Quam expellit folium mortis.



Shatter the stars, drag out the ligth

And drown it in the deepest seas of my mind;

I need no more brightness:

I am the night and the shadows.

I am the field when darkness is the seed.



The golden pandaemonic silence soothes me

As the streams of my satufied thoughts draw

the pattern of my kingdom,

Imperium infernale.



But we will regain the paradise

For in the east of Eden,

I will shed the blood of Christ