under a sulfurous firmament £
and bloodthirsty the dead soil 'neath our feet
the leaden clouds a hundred jaws
snatching, mewling and drooling guts
quivering comes the welkin pale
with bloodcurdling wails
of the woebegone and broken
the bloodless cries of ghostly shades
dinning with rage
as they loom against the horizon
side by side they appear
crippled and depraved
yet still so intimate and dear
wroth and grim
yet still so full of fear
side by side they appear crippled and depraved
and shaking with fear
Father, mother, daughter, son blood of my blood
heart of my heart
Have we not been one?
by grace now to be torn apart
on the winnow fields the shroud is rent asunder
and manifest becomes shimmering plate of gold
as the carnix roared twice and once more
the sorrow hosts rage
in wailing and gnashing of teeth
as the lines clash
face to face
with the malicious fiend
on the empty battleground, all alone
vissupe attepisas
Ancus eðði
trātu in medíei sīrobivotūtos
english translation
Wisdom. May you see yourself.
Death is but a point in the midst of an eternal life.
I am all
I am one
I am none
I am gone
I am born
I am torn
I'm forlorn
I am reborn