One, four The turning of deterioration Our fate, monochrome worldliness The lesser breading is moderate By the craft of human activity... Of human activity...
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[One, four The turning of deterioration Our fate, monochrome worldliness The lesser breading is moderate By the craft of human activity... Of human activity...] [2x]
I drank the serosities of your corpse to dregs, time's alcohol... Delapidation where our twenty years glances capsize From beauty and place, only devastation remains Dying returns your face to me
By now as for a long time I've had the face of the dead Dead! I know one day forgetfulness As memory today Will give birth to the same The same familiar strangeness In my inner self Self!
This day will pick up the poor liminary song [Like the air collect the light Light! Like death collect the glance Glance!] [2x]
On the pupil of drowned man The breath of the beloved word will be erased Then I will give myself away The staggering step of the air straightness Where the heavy flesh breathes
[?:] "?"
A space where a name is articulated Your unpronounceable name Imbodied for it is named again Imbodied for it is named again
Unperceivable fall Towards this space opened for silence Which skims without crossing it With its thin pulsation
[The black frost of the true blood] [4x]
[?:] "?"
In my inner self!
[?:] "?"
On the pupil of drowned man The breath of the beloved word will be erased Then I will give myself away The staggering step of the air straightness Where the heavy flesh breathes
[?:] "My confrontation."
My confrontation
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