SOPOR AETERNUS... 
O mortis secretum, ubi finis [bad word]  
O funeris algor, ubi sonus [bad word]  
The insane wine of the night misled my soul 
At the confluence of dream and of pain... 
We dance under the closed eyes of paradise, 
And our eyes tear the insane space 
of the night. 
Salternus sub oculis coniventibus paradisi! 
The violence of the winter moon 
spreads a mantle 
Of cold icy pain over my petrified landscape. 
Seized by the freezing frosts 
of the diabolic winter, 
Our hearts breathe the winds of sadness. 
Saliamus, saliamus aeterno, 
Saltemus saltatum mortis! 
Saliamus, saliamus! 
But what is in my heart can only be read 
by the winds 
That gathered my words of pain. 
The veil of the night falls at our feet, 
Revealing the views of the fiery sky. 
Kyrie eleison. 
The gentle sapphirian night wrapped me 
in its maternal warmth 
And her hair, studded with stars, 
had a scent of sensuality 
As I lay embraced in her sweet caress. 
How tender is the night 
in her amorous delights. 
Where are the flowers I gave you, my love? 
The amaranth, the rose and the lily. 
Buried within the glacial vault 
of my thoughts, 
Take from me this fading breath, 
Enfold me in your veil of darkness 
To celebrate the reign of black eternal night. 
And in the snows, glittering 
in the cold fragile moonlight, 
Appeared the incandescent flowers... 
Said one of our round. 

We dance... 
..and the blowing of the wind is 
our only music, 
We dance.