In the eternal land,

In the sadness land,

In the sado-land,

In the lesbians' land,

In the suicidals' land,

In the sepulchral land



Just see immortal angels in majestic flights

And the swords be torn in the air,

See hideous nereids be raised of the sea's foams,

Hear the dramatic, distant and taciturn howls of the wolves



See Medusa smiling in front of petrified foolish men,

Hear trembling and moribund voices

And the wisdom of the ancient messages

It's the divine unconsciousness

Listening sepulchral whispers...



...Of a deep melancholy's state



Feel the coldness of the serenity,

Feel the winds crossing your soul

And the sweet smell of wines perfumed in the taverns



In a poetic suicide in the name of Loucyfer,

From the gates of Langsuyar, the death is the war



The death is the war