Pure spirit in the ashes of my fortress island
beaten by all the violent winds od loneliness.
Merciless waves,my only friends,
rolling voiceless memories
and all those rebellious tempests
laughing at passions that are dying
in muddy tides ..
No fire warming the walls of inspiration.
Just cold offers me company and compassion
and also the frozen lights of dead stars ,
traveling throught the night of time...
At the weding of damned souls ,
where all creatures of terror regain appareance,
a beautiful livid lady come to visit me .
Clothed by a shroud revealing her lifeless forms .
She whispers to me :
\'\' I\'m waiting for you my beloved ! \'\'
I recite funeral verses ,she likes .
she never gives herself ,
only arousing desire ...
despicable beggars and obsequious courtiers
pay tribute to your delights ...
You leave ,my being filled with a scent
of seaweed and scurvy fever ...
There,my gloomy thoughts
defying the groundswell
that will take me away ...
Rulers of the worlds ,
serfs in rags of rage ,
weepy lovers and unrepented poets,
On my islands the castaways of life
are not welcome !
Rotten carcasses of your hopes
cast upon the black sand
with no hope of incarnation ...
Reveries ,objects of revelry
that the epidemic scavangers
will fight over in these mists of suffering...
On my island no lighthouse
to guide the confident voyager .
\'\' At the dinner of illusions
let\'s savor the bitter of clouds, fellows !
let\'s taste the refined dish of everything
that will end up ! \'\'
On the island of despair
where only death reigns
and madness sole compass ...