Liner Notes:
What the hell was that all about ? Viglius' astonishment is total : should he commence a journey to be saved of his impending madness ? A journey whereto, with whom and by what means ?
What is Midnartiis ? Can Viglius spend the remains of his vitality to another pursuit of a faint vision, seemingly doomed to become a repetition of his deplored mental development from naivety to disillusion ?
As these questions rage throughout the disintegrated and worn-out mind of the mystic, there resounds from afar the sickening noise of a gastric eructation, accompanied by a repulsive stench - unparalleled even by the strongest idea of olfactoric hell. There walks a burping man, a peasant, and he boldly approaches Viglius by saying he couldn't prevent overhearing the strange conversation with the delirious old arse.
In fact, our farmer never quite understood why one can sacrifice an entire life and everything that -to him- seems important on this earth to the so called 'higher things' - let alone the pursuit of an occult chimaera ! Yet here he has a chance to satisfy his pervert curiosity, to see what happens to the bedazzled minds of those who think the opposite…The farmer proposes to join the amazed Viglius on his quest.
Viglius, on his turn, had made up his mind : he'll commence the journey, for everything seems better than degenerating, and, in his lunacy, becoming as repulsive as the peasant that now stands before him.
But soon the farmer gets bored, and the mystic insulted…
Lyrics:
Viglius
"Now the tenuous, bawdily bonds
haul us no more to the spurious whore,
Dim carousals of mysery
brittle dissolve, become lecherously"
Farmer
"Which grim fetters then, do shackle thee?
no knowledge or mores are here to see!
This amalgamate absurdity, I'll ne'er indulge
but avert - and flee!"
Viglius
"Midst bright rays by thought adorn,
longs now our rogue for an eerie light
To what unknown regions of scorn,
whilst thou now wing thy solitary flight?"
Farmer
"Cheerless, pallid and forlorn quivery,
disposes my mind not to gaiety!
Of stilted and stir conceit an eyrie,
I'd drivel rather through zoolatry!"
Viglius
"Ignorance bound…to cast a shade…utters it in this untasty disgrace!
Wherever sight…might be obtained…blindness is preferred in its place!
Images, less opaque to the light as we,…Die!
are disavowed by thy scabrous spurning! …Kill!
Searching for nothing but an evermore yearning, …Frost !
Blinded and deplorably inapt to see!"
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