The Sacrilege Of Fatal Arms Songtext

Three days are not enough
To resurrect:
Everywhere
Leprosy spreads out
The light of the eyes
Is extinguished
Thunders now shatter
The eardrums
The scream is:
"The plague be on you!"

The dust
I used to build
The impalpable reality
Of my nights
Brings me back
Along the paths
Where I scattered
Useless hopes
Believe!
Can I trust you?
No, please, don't!
Can I trust you?
Forever, really, forever!
Oaths engraved in the water...

Obey!
As a child, or an idioT
Who follows the laws
Of the XXXX others?
Quicksands have just one
Unrelenting goal
Bon voyage, mon amour...

Fight!
That invisible enemy
Nestled behind those
Gorgeous, false, sharp
Smiles

In order to conquer the future: and destroy it!
I go back - once more - into the abyss of my nothing
You know
The dead have the virtue of looking like each other

It seems like yesterday
Ww were children
And playing at running
After each other;
You would often lock me
In the dark cellar
And I implored:
"Please open!"
I used to run trampling on
The little heads
- Cut off -
Spread ripe on the lawn
We had no mother
So we're taking turns
In being her
You have visiting my dreams
Leaving to snow
Through almost
Closed fingers
Glittering crystals
Of verginal illusions

Time seemed our brother
Until the deadly night
Twisted, I preserved you
- Jealously - beside me
Gelid, adorned with
The damned cloths
Of the sudden
Silence...
... while
Ddreamful...
... I offered you
A smile...
... in a suspended flash
The spirit...
... was plucked away
By the...
... sacrilege of fatal arms!

Forever!
Remember?
Forever!
I kept the secret

"Where is the bride?"
"Forsaken him!"
"Fleeing the deceived"
"Left him alone!"

Talk, talk
You fools!

Forever I wanted
Still, lifeless and empty
The shadow of you
To lie on
The bridal couch
Where you laughed
Astonished
Minding the tales
Bizarre and contorted
I told you every night
Prior to submitting
To the empire of the daek

Mors at suae cohortis ludus:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
Arcani vis et natura:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"

They who know, do not speak!
They who talk, do not know!
"Maledictus! Maledictus!"

We are just sketches of men
Caught in a wicked vortex
Where tertium non datur
Between being God
Or being damned

But, after all
Isn't it true that
An inaudible suggestion
An ineffable remorse
A secret instinct
Reveal the impurity
Hidden in success
The vulgarity of victory
The filth nestling
In fortune:
Pure purity
Absolute catharsis,
Is in misadventure
In tragedy
In one's ineluctable
Check mate

And when the lights dim
And falls slowly the curtain
I return to dance in a ring
With the skeleton man
And the bearded lady
The bird-boy and
The laughing dwarf;
Among dragons
And avenging angels
Winged maidens
And herds of blind men
Who dark
With open wide orbits
Taking me at last
To the world where
Uncertainty does not exist

In heaven or underground