Where are you, Nibban?



In a frozen cave

Where will be sleeping

A thousand serpents in a niche

Of leather and silver



The eyes close

Stone embitters the eternal seat

The crystalline waters shine

They shine and they mirror

So unconscious

They fight void brave of the tears



Into desecration

The more beautiful woman layer

Embroidered with the unholy

And sacrilegious feeling



Reflex of Myself



With my prayers

Come from the sharpest sheet, wisely,

Horrible for your rhymes

It can make you God

A luxurious crown

Full of fidelity

And majestic passion



Where madonnas

And messianic temples

Burning in praise for you

And your ministers

Arriving the gloomy below will see my place

The emptiness that will be cold and with sadness



Cry trees, cry for me

As the fingernails of a harpia in my soul

The Star-king's splendor

Arise slowly

Where is my soul?



Ah, feel the manifestation of the essence

Into the mist of hate

To the days exist the night

To the pleasures exist the torments

To the creators exist the destructors



Ah, feel the darkness

The tranquility is the devastation of the monotony

And the illumination's wisdom



Meditating in the contemplation of the horizon