When the world turns into a damp prison
in which there is no hope, the poor bat struggles
Hitting against the walls, with its wings Helpers
Always banging their heads on the broken ceilings
Suddenly, angry, they grab bells to jump
to the sky screaming- Terrible
Long and endless funeral processions
Slowly and without music always pass through the soul...
You have sanctified me with the dew of suffering
He put poison in my blood
And defeated hope cries
Like my soul
And move the sweet mouth of other times
When time grows behind me
And I get dark!
It is a heavy and great hour
My black wings in the sky are spread
Thus the world falls silent in solar darkness
Thus the sea silences volcanoes when they ignite...
When by living dreams, clouds appear
To die a weak shadow with a scythe and ax
What are they silent in fear, the Christians of the people
When the age fades and the gods die!
It is consumed in death and pain
The straw that shone in me
Strange sadness that grows like the sea
On a rocky, deserted land...
Above flames, over smoke, on dismembered corpses
On barren fields, on desecrated altars
Come, sit on them your throne of bones
Finalize yourself at the top of the smoking tombs!
Because I will not allow myself to be enslaved by you, Christian!

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