Vaste oceane stellate, virgo malefici, Est hospes se mergens in sinum tuum. tuam custodi, tempestate ignem arce, Quem non potes. Lucifer! Venit mortis! Revolution! Far the sky, Far the heavens, Where before I died, To my hymen... ..with a star... Heading for the sky... the flames never dared to come... The rays of the linking the spheres... the comets... my ethereal journeys, With celestial and pride, I celebrate the day When you my bride. To the shining stars in the secrets of the dying light. The starred delights enrapture my soul to insanity. elevation frightening the God of Light. I tear the of the sky, The firmaments of embosomed in His Creation, But the starlit will not quench my thirst for their glowing I the wine of a thousand suns. Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus, deus sabaoth, Pleni sunt caelum et terra tua. in excelsis. You are the light, I am the flame, The freezing blow of my unburns me And I am dying but die. The divine has the altar Where pain is multuplied in the prism Of my lust by the stars. The burns at its paroxism. To rape the shining in the secrets of the dying light. The delights will enrapture my soul to insanity. Rapturous frightening the God of Light. I was the Morningstar, from the night... God of Lie, I am the of Darkness, The Star of Mourning Hunting the of salvation. O Domine, nobis vim, ut eum oppugnemus. In nos perpetuum fundi iube. You took the fire in my I was starving of light. You take in my cries For I am but cannot die. While entrusting the flame to a abyss, I will get drunk of and of pain, And the silence and the night will at last unto me. Far the sky, Far beneath the Where once I died, To my hymen... a star!