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Celebrate and praise the dead spirit |
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Bury your hopes with him |
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Nobody and nothing can rejoice me |
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except the world of pretense. |
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The god doesn't deserve my sacrifice |
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and his image must not be |
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transfigured in divinity |
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Let me make experience of me |
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relish the horror of a bloodshed |
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feel an instinctive pleasure before |
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what commonly stirs up disgust. |
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And then I could approach |
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following existences |
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disembowel the unconscious |
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Express my verity, hidden or denied |
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that will appear like a blind enigma to you |
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And I will find childlike purity again |
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amorality that hurt the false minds |
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I will essay the elementary pulsations |
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those you have secluded in dreams |
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Or destroyed with a symbolic castration |
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I prepare my magic death |
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I enter the reign of imagination |
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I enter the thunder's memory |
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and my body revives, my spirit is in peace |
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my heart is ready, my essence plunges into warm earth |
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and my mind blends with the cosmic energy. |
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We all raise with the sun |
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and we'll return to death |
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like a drop of rain towards the wide ocean. |
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I've dreamt a winged snake |
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eating its own tail, encircling the earth |
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And a mountain of crystal |
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bearing the child of an old witch who died confessing her sins |
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I woke up and I looked at myself in the black mirror |
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and I felt a new magic strength |
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enliven the blood time had frozen in my veins. |
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Now I follow my religion and the brightness of my mind |
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Since now I revive |
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I honour and respect the choices I made |
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I don't let silence dominate my heart |
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I don't let fear suffocate my shout. |
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May the queen have new desires |
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that come true with the heat of fire |
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I close my circle lightning the candles of stars |
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I celebrate my rebirth |
