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Es ist der Traum der mich gefürt
Und folden werde ich bis in die Glut…
(Lacrimosa)

Rogus Mortuus

Lunatic fanatics
Viewed the visions of Avalon
During tormenting Aeon
Being implacably frantic

They craved for cognition
Of lapis philosophorum
Of star’s opals crown
Facing different collisions

Abnormal wits
Not belonging to any age
Pored over their rage
To justify their deeds

In alchemical principles
Of transmutation
Through divine aberration
They tried to succeed

Obsession leads to possession of esoteric wisdoms of time
Arcanum’s hidden under the seven seals aspersed with the bloody wine
Immortals and mortals, we follow the dream into the glowing fire
Living today and tomorrow’s moment – no any farther…

One will prefer to live
In embraces of daimons for ever
Surrend’ring himself to the pleasure
And terrible pain
Pretending to love now or never
Kneeling upon the treasure
Of disdain

Another may choose to grab
The whole world in his grasp
And abuse it with satanic grin
Lumping onto it all blames
Calling himself a Messiah – at le’st
Preaching violent sin
Looking forward to fame

The time has rushed to another bank of stream where caskets of enigmas drift
Yet it is watching over the lorn one – Tempus fugit non mūtat…

Vampiric symbolism of night
Poetized in chronicles of fateful bites
Keeps a secret of philosophy
Mystical and extraordinary

The embrace is the initiation
In the mystery and penetration –
Sharpening of senses
Eerie perceptions

It is the ritual trial
Of dreams and reality
Through Rogus Mortuus
To immortality

They say that it is immorality –
The true insight of humanity
The true insight of the world’s inside –
Depyred talent for insanity…

It is the ritual trial
Of dreams and reality
Through Rogus Mortuus
To immortality

Rogus Mortuus…
In memoriam…
Ad infinitum…
Obiit…

The dream haunts until get thou –
Transformed substance or scattered remains
When it happens
World will daub “Obiit” on thy grave…
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