A burnt ecclesiast, a scorched hand,
I wander ripped from my body.
Radiate, consume, expend with a silent Throat
Light as a feather,
Flowing like molten lead
And a heart - pounding with fiery breath
Molten anxiety and pleasures
Charoúmenos Oneiros, let it be done
Charoúmenos Oneiros, my will be done
Spit thine repulsion O son of light
Crawling limbs, blood stiffen, my joy - Your agony
Spill thine words O son of light
Severed limbs, grotesque corpse
Catatonia Gloria
Spit forth your purulent self
Charoúmenos Oneiros Here it is!
Delirious meat, as the falcon,
Diving upon its prey
Shovelling deep, my bones are Curtsying
I dive and become bones
I emerge out of a swamp of blood
The ground loses my faithful steps
And reflect the shade of Typhon.
Let them be death! Let them be flesh!
Rattle, ecstasy, aroused in murder
I grind the flesh, under my teeth,
Of my own half-rotten heart.
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