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