Agathodaimon: Sfintit Cu Roua Suferintii

Cnd lumea se preschimb-ntr-o
umed-nchisoare
n care-n van speranta, biet liliac se
zbate
Lovindu-se de ziduri, cu-aripi sovttoare
Si
dnd mereu cu capu'-n tavanele surpate

Deodat,
mnioase, prind clopote s sar
Si catre cer
url-ngrozitoare
Lungi si nesfrsite convoaie mortuare

ncet si fr muzici prin suflet trec mereu...
M-ati
sfintit cu roua suferintii
Si mi-ati pus venin n snge

Iar speranta-nvins plnge
Ca sufletul meu
Si
muta-i gura-dulce a altor vremi
Cind timpul creste-n urma
mea
Iar eu m-ntunec!

E-o or grea si mare

Aripile-mi negre n ceruri se-ntind
Astfel lume
amuteste la-ntunecri solare
Astfel mare amuteste vulcane
cnd s-aprind...
Cnd prin a vietii visuri ostiri de nori
apar
A mortii umbr slab cu coas si topor
Tceti
cum tac n spaim, crestinii din popor
Cnd evul asfinteste
si dumnezeii mor!

Se mistuie-n moarte si durere
Vpaia care-n mine a stralucit
Ciudata ntristare ce
creste ca sie marea
Pe-un trm stincos, pustiu...

Peste flcri, peste fumuri, pe cadavre descrnate
Pe cmpii deserte, pe altare profanate
Vino, s-asezi
pe ele tronul tu de oseminte
nalta-te n culinea
fumegndelor morminte!
Cci eu nu m las nrobit de tine,
crestinule!

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"Consecrated with the dew of suffering"
If the world is in a damp prison transforms
In the hope zappelnde bat,
Helpless against the walls and ceilings rebounds,
With fluctuating wing beats ...
Then suddenly start bell
Anesthetized Markerschtternd to heaven ring
And endless convoys funeral march ...
Slowly and quietly through the soul, continuously ...
You have me with the dew of suffering doomed
And in the blood enslaved
And the hope defeated, crying,
Just like my soul
Mute is the mouth of the sweet times andersvergehenden
The emptiness is growing behind my back and I blacked
There is a large, dark hours
My black wings extend to the sky
So, like a solar eclipse in World silenced
So, like a sea volcanoes can expire
If the dreams of life
Armies of clouds appear
Silently with weak shadow of death ...
Then silence! As the full horror of Christianity,
When a new era to life
and the gods die.
Death and pain smother the sparks,
The inside of me for so long shone.
Weird is the sadness, like the sea to grow,
even a rich and utterly deserted shore
About flames through smoke, corpses on entfleischten
At the deserted plains, on the altar entweihtem
Come and judge the throne in your bones
Come and fly to the summit of the smoky graves ...
Caci eu nu nrobit Mlas de tine, Crestin!