Eden

Horror atque terror
Quid faciebas, malefice Die irae, dies ille
Sovet saeculum in favillam.
Lost in the garden, with the blood on my hands,
Captive of the luminous trees,
Of wisdom and of life the Holy Keepers,
My face unmasked, monstrous, bloodred,
Is shining through the emerald light.
Numquam diruetur templum adamantinum
Nos, qui olim vicimus, vincemus te iternum.
I eat the deadly flowers of murderous lust,
And begin to chant my freedom.
Musical death, of Heaven the dirge.
The Universe I master,
I make mine the burning delights of life,
The joy of power unbounded,
Eternal Fury of celestial destruction...
Lucifer, damnatus es, pro ea, quae faciebas.
Persequemur te, iterum perdemus te,
Inferna dulcius perfugium
Quam vorago cruciatuum,
In quam te praecipitabimus.
Non est dominus noster, nihil potest.
God is dead God is dead God is dead
As I tore the shreds of this morbid dream,
I abandoned my heart,
And on the silent ocean of my soul,
The waters were so calm one could hear the dying of light.