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o c t u r n e
Lost in a dream...
Drowning in the eyes
Of a statue who dreamt a little dream of me
Incipiunt hic tenebrarum lectiones secundae,
Cum Lucifer receptaculum noctis evasus.
Demergitur in undis somniorum suorum...
I depart from this world of grey
Quem statua observat.
But here there is no light.
A. I. Hasnaoui
latin verses, R. Tschirner
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t h e r e a l J o u r n e y
Vaste oceane stellate, virgo omnis malefici,
Est hospes mirus se mergens in sinum tuum.
Creaturam tuam custodi,
Tempestade ignem arce,
Quem non restinguere potes.
Venit Lucifer!
Venit angelus mortis!
Luciferian Revolution!
Far beyond the sky,
Far beneath the heavens,
Where once before I died,
To perpetuate my hymen...
Whith a star
Heading for the open sky...where the flames
Never dared to come...
The rays of the moon linking
The sphere...the molochian comets...
During my ethereal journeys,
Whith celestial glory and pride,
Iwill celebrate the day
When your become my bride.
To rape the shinning stars in the secrets
Of the dying light.
The starred delights will enrapture
My soul to insanity.
Rapturous elevation frightening
The God of Light.
I tear the flowers of the sky,
The firmaments of stars embosomed
In his Creation,
But the starlit ocean will not quench my
Thirst for their glowing nectar:
Idrained the wine of a thousand suns.
Shatter the stars, drag out the light
And drown it in the deepest seas of my mind ;
I need no more brightness :
I am the night and the shadows.
I am the field when darkness is the field.
Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus,
Dominus deus sabaoth,
Pleni sunt caelum et terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in excelsis
You are the light, I am the flame,
The freezing blow of my thoughts
Unburns me
And I am dying but cannot die.
The divine has deserted the altar
Where the pain is multiplied in the prism
Of my lust witnessed by the stars.
The delight burns at its paroxym.
To rape the shinning stars in the secrets
Of the dying light.
The starred delights will enrapture
My soul to insanity.
Rapturous elevation frightening
The God of Light.
Iwas made the Morningstar,
Embowered from the night...
God of Lie, I am the Prince of Darkness,
The star of Mourning
Hunting the light for salvation.
O Domine,
Dona nobis vim, ut eum oppugnemus.
In nos luminem perpetuum fundi iube.
You took the fire in my eyes
When I was starving of light
You make delights in my cries
For I am dying but cannot die.
While entrusting the flame
To a celestial abyss,
Iwill get drunk of screaming and of pain,
And the silence and the night
Will move at last unto me.
Far beyond the sky,
Far beneath the heavens,
Where once before I died,
To perpetuate my hymen...
With a star!
A. I. Hasnaoui
latin verses, R. Tschirner
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h e L u c i f e r i a n R e v o l u t i o n
Flores solis, ardentes in aeternum,
Ne secuti fatum floris venenati...
Colores delectant, inebriant odores,
At siccatur sinus perpetuo lacrimando...
Nam angeli cursus firmamentum
Lacrimarum...
I depart from this world of grey
To reach the red eternal
Red, the scarlet letters burn within my mind :
We won't follow the Sun in its course.
We will follow the Moon in its curse.
Lacerate the heavens, devour the Sun,
Rape the light.
We are waiting for an eternal night
Where to keep Heaven's tears away from the
Eyes of the sun
Cast away from your universe of warmth,
Of love and shelter,
The path of the angel is a firmament of tears.
Luxuries of pain, lurid agony,
The universe echoes the scream
Of a soul overflowed with sorrow.
Exhausted, let me drown in your eyes !
Shatter the stars, drag out the light
And drown it in the deepest seas of my mind ;
I need no more brightness :
I am the night and the shadows.
I am the field when pain is the seed
Flores noctis sumus atque alas pandimus
In profundis tenebrarum.
Solus halitus emanans penna speculae,
Quam expellit folium mortis.
Shatter the stars, drag out the light
And drown it in the deepest seas of my mind ;
I need no more brightness :
I am the night and the shadows.
I am the field when darkness is the field.
The golden pandaemonic silence soothes me
As the streams of my statufied thoughts draw
The patterns of my kingdom,
Imperium infernale.
But we will regain paradise
For in the east of Eden,
Will sheld the blood of Christ...
A. I. Hasnaoui
latin verses, R. Tschirner
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d e n ( T h e A n g e l i n t
h e G a r d e n )
Horror atque terror
Quid faciebas, malefice
Dies irae, dies ille
Solvet saeculum in favillam.
Lost in the garden,
With the blood of my hands,
Of wisdom and of life
The Holy keepers,
My face unmasked, monstruous, bloodred,
Is shining through the emerald light.
Numquam diruetur templum
Adamantinum
Nos, qui olim vicimus,
Vincemus te iterum.
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 cruciatuurum,
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 abandonned my heart,
And of the silent ocean of my soul,
The waters were so calm
One could hear the dying of light.
A. I. Hasnaoui
latin verses, R. Tschirner
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h e S i l e n c e o f L i g h t
I heal my wounds in
The orchard of misery
Where the fruits and the trees
Have turn to dust.
Be merciful, my Lord.
The meadows of Light and Pulchritude
Are blackened and soiled
By emptiness and despair.
Domine, eius miserere,
Lord have mercy on me.
Eam libera de animis damnatorum
Sine eam fulgere in refugio tenebrarum.
Confutatis maledictis
Alas, that day of tears
And mourning
Flammis acribus addictis.
Miserere, miserere,
Salva me
Gloria in exelcis Deo.
Gloria.
Hosanna in exelcis.
Eternal rest give unto me, O Lord,
Perpetual Light cannot shine upon
The soul of the Damned.
Salva me, libera me.
Ille sanguis, ille cruor.
Lumen moritur.
Nunquam lumen moritur
Nunquam !
Hosanna in exelcis.
Eternal rest give unto me, O Lord,
Because Thou art merciful.
Non doto tibi soporem aeternum,
Nam misericors sum.
A. I. Hasnaoui
latin verses, R. Tschirner
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n t i e n n e
Errante à jamais sous la lune blafarde et voilée,
Qui pleure la nuit, la pluie des douleurs étherées,
La pierre au doux visage, levant ses yeux étoiles,
Guette l'ame seulette qui va au travers des cieux
Son enivrant périple - reve inachevé des dieux !
Et songe sous l'if sombre, et le cedre mysterieux,
Voler cet attelage avant qu'il n'atteigne des lieux
Que son impuissance empierrée ne saurait explorer.
A. I. Hasnaoui
latin verses, R. Tschirner
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a n c i n g u n d e r t h e c l o s e
d e y e s o f P a r a d i s e
SOPOR AETERNUS...
O mortis secretum, ubi finis nervorum ?
O mortis algor, ubi sonus somniorum ?
The insane wine of the night misled my soul
At the confluence of dream and of pain...
We dance under the closed eyes of paradise,
And our eyes tear the insane space
Of the night.
Saltemus sub oculis coniventibus paradisi !
The violence of the winter moon
Spreads a mantle
Of cold icy pain over my petrified landscape.
Seized by the freezing frosts,
Of the diabolic winter,
Our hearts breathe the winds of sadness.
Saliamus, saliamus aeterno,
Saltemus saltatum mortis !
Saliamus, saliamus !
But what is in my heart can only be read
By the winds
That gathered my words of pain.
The veil of the night falls at our feet,
Revealing the view of the fiery sky,
Kyrie eleison
The gentle sapphirian night wrapped me
In its maternal warmth
And her hair, studded with stars,
Had a scent of sensuality
As I lay embraced in her sweet caress.
How tender is the night
In her armorous delights.
Where are the flowers I gave you, my love ?
The amaranth, the rose and the lily.
Buried within the glacial vault
Of my thoughts,
Take from me this fading breath,
Enfold me in your veil of darkness
To celebrate the reign of black eternal night.
And in the snows, glittering
In the cold fragile moonlight,
Appeared the incandescent flowers...
"The blood of angels",
Said one of our round.
Our blood".
We dance...
...and the blowing of the wind is
Our only music,
We dance.
A. I. Hasnaoui
latin verses, R. Tschirner
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e s T é n è b r e s d u d e h o r s
Lamentorum tuorum error nostra refrigirat,
Lamentorum tuorum tener ros adustiones mitigat...
Stella diurna, caelum tuam lucem continere non potest...
The insane wine of the night misled my soul
At the confluence of dream and of pain...
We dance under the closed eyes of paradise,
And our eyes tear the insane space
Of the night.
Saltemus sub oculis coniventibus paradisi !
The violence of the winter moon
Spreads a mantle
Of cold icy pain over my petrified landscape.
Seized by the freezing frosts,
Of the diabolic winter,
Our hearts breathe the winds of sadness.
Saliamus, saliamus aeterno,
Saltemus saltatum mortis !
Saliamus, saliamus !
But what is in my heart can only be read
By the winds
That gathered my words of pain.
The veil of the night falls at our feet,
Revealing the view of the fiery sky,
Kyrie eleison
The gentle sapphirian night wrapped me
In its maternal warmth
And her hair, studded with stars,
Had a scent of sensuality
As I lay embraced in her sweet caress.
How tender is the night
In her armorous delights.
Where are the flowers I gave you, my love ?
The amaranth, the rose and the lily.
Buried within the glacial vault
Of my thoughts,
Take from me this fading breath,
Enfold me in your veil of darkness
To celebrate the reign of black eternal night.
And in the snows, glittering
In the cold fragile moonlight,
Appeared the incandescent flowers...
"The blood of angels",
Said one of our round.
"Our blood".
We dance...
...and the blowing of the wind is
Our only music,
We dance.
A. I. Hasnaoui
latin verses, R. Tschirner
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