I write about the violence of silence
dissident forces ,the conspiracy .
With the flash of dagger\'s blade
and the mad dog\'s fury ...
I long for this bipolar incandescence .
I hope for this barbarian island
swept by erratic stone winds ...
Wound of unfulfilled desire
beyond carnal boundaries
and criminal impulses...
In letters of night and mist
I draw on the walls
of sleeping cities
the word that emerges
from the guts of chaos
unleashing the anger of the Titans !
You ! Father of false believers ,
ungodly sheeps and poor thieves !
Your dress will be torn off ,
and naked on the main square ,
you will run amid jeers ,
taunts and spittles !
The demented feasting
at the holy table
with the creatures of midnight ,
sharing the indecent chalice .
Knee down and blaspheme
in the tongue of Babel !
emptiness is the sepulchre of times,
Holy is thy name great sulphurous !
Led your people to the dark crematoria
where crops flourish on mass grave...
I would go back into that bottomless pit,
meditating on the beauty of bonfires .
The name of the gods errased
from the amnesia of the memory .
My chains finally broken ,
I will throw myself into the sacred fire...