In these corners veiled by darkness
Where the earth shatters and meets its end,
Where the mountains sink in the maelstrom
And the trees whisper mournful songs…
In this church of desolation
And the most tormenting thoughts
I have fed the soil with my blood
And my mind with bitter poisons,
Foul has become my spirit
And rotten my most sacred devotion.
I have burnt my redemption
In the pyres of everlasting vice,
For this pestilent vomit of black bilis and despise
Has carried my most frenetic prayers.
Let the brews flow! Let the blade scar my flesh!
In the solitude of this landscape,
At the bottom of this bottle,
I have found God!
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