Hoy es un dia de esos en los que no encuentro paz.. En los que camino sin mirar. De los que odio al de el espejo. . Hoy es un dia de esos en los que solo tu voz.
Seconde Leon. We entered the heart of darkness.. And in the dead of light,. The Seventh Angel poured his vial into the air.. Embosomed in my Temple is a statue bereft of life..
Troisime Rpons. I am the eyes of the Basilisk.. As you enter the forest of my sleep,. Drawing aside the bushes of glimmering light,. You will remember the prayer of Orion..
Second Rpons. Agnus in medio ante solium nos duxit ad aquarum vivos fontes.. Flammas Lucifer matutinus inveniat,. Ille Lucifer qui nescit occasum.. Nam supremus dies irae ventus neque unus quidem stabit..
I heal my wounds in. the orchard of misery. Where the fruits and the trees. have turned to dust.. Be merciful, my Lord.. The meadows of Light and Pulchritude.
Abject and lost lay these legions,. COvering the flood. Under amazement of their hideous change.. Lucifer, above the rest, stood like a tower.. He calls his servants, host and knights..
We have waited so long.. My starving eyes,. Drunk to see.. We have waited so long.. Blind,. Neither living nor dead,. We could have died to see the world in bloom..
The night shade. A dark colonnade. . The cypress, then the shore.... I sought comfort in the foam. The wind heals the pain. A pale november rises. You know how the days gone by.
At night we were drowning. Mesmerized by your songs. We were lured. Into the maze of your love. . When the drop of life bursts. An ocean of joy. And freedom for the newborn sailor.
Flores solis, ardentes in aeternum,. Ne secuti sitis fatum floris venenati.... Colores delectant, inebriant odores,. At siccatur sinus perpetuo lacrimando....
And Hell saw first the Bringer of Light weep.. "O myriads of immortal spirits! I should not cry,. For who can yet believe, though after loss,. That all these legions, whose exile.
>From your embrace. Where sleeps an eternal Night,. Let me emerge and sing this Elendian plaint,. For all the pearls have vanished that shone before..
O mortis secretum, ubi finis nervorum?. O funeris algor, ubi sonus somniorum?. . The insane wine of the night misled my soul. At the confluence of dream and of pain....
O Solitude, my sweetest choice.... Places devoted to the night.. Remote from tumult and from noise.. How ye my restless thoughts delight.... O Solitude !.
Drowning in the eyes. Of a statue who dreamt a little dream of me.... Incipiunt hic tenebrarum lectiones secundae,. Cum Lucifer receptaculum noctis evasus..
Premier Rpons. Umbra,. We watch the Moon of Amber.. And again, the Garden mourns its silent dream.. Unguarded,. Some fragments of light linger in your sky..
Premire Leon. I looked into the eyes of the Basilisk.. Beside the shores. Of silver streaming sadness to be,. She came to me disguised as Melpomene.. Like asphodels winding.
Nominem tuum despicamur, denegamus nostram originem.. Spiritus domini atque verba deceptoris preces perdiderunt.. At once, he views. The dismal scenery waste and wild,.
Lamentorum tuorum error cordes nostra refrigerat,. Lacrimarum tuarum tener ros adustiones mitigat.... Stella diurna, caelum tuam lucem continere non protest....