Celebrate and praise the dead spirit

Bury your hopes with him

Nobody and nothing can rejoice me

except the world of pretence.

The god doesn't deserve my sacrifice

and his image must not be

transfigured in divinity

Let me make experience of me

relish the horror of a bloodshed

feel an instinctive pleasure before

what commonly stirs up disgust.

And then I could approach

following existences

disembowel the unconscious

Express my verity, hidden or denied

that will appear like a blind enigma to you

And I will find childlike purity again

amorality that hurt the false minds

I will essay the elementary pulsations

those you have secluded in dreams

Or destroyed with a symbolic castration

I prepare my magic death

I enter the reign of imagination

I enter the thunder's memory

and my body revives, my spirit is in peace

my heart is ready, my essence plunges into warm earth



and my mind blends with the cosmic energy.

We all raise with the sun

and we'll return to death

like a drop of rain towards the wide ocean.

I've dreamt a winged snake

eating its own tail, encircling the earth

And a mountain of crystal

bearing the child of an old witch who died confessing her sins

I woke up and I looked at myself in the black mirror

and I felt a new magic strength

enliven the blood time had frozen in my veins.

Now I follow my religion and the brightness of my mind

Since now I revive

I honour and respect the choices I made

I don't let silence dominate my heart

I don't let fear suffocate my shout.

May the queen have new desires

that come true with the heat of fire

I close my circle lighting the candles of stars

I celebrate my rebirth