Dies Irae Lyrics:
THIS IS A GALA EVENING!
                                 VEILED ANGELS
                                 CROWD THE THEATER
                                 TO SEE A PLAY
                                 OF HOPES AND FEARS.
                                 MOTLEY MIMES
                                 TOSS ABOUT THE SCENE
                                 HELD UP BY THREADS
                                 SINKING IN THE DEEP.
                                 ON STAGE
                                 IN A CORNER
                                 HIDDEN BEHIND MYSELF
                                 I HOLD MY BREATH:
                                 IN THE AIRLESS AIR
                                 SHARDS OF CRUSHED RAINBOWS
                                 FILL MY LIMBO,
                                 PLACED SOMEWHERE
                                 BETWEEN WORLD AND TOYS.
                                 "DO YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH ME?"
                                 IN THE SOUNDTRACK OF MY SURVIVAL
                                 THE FURIOUS SMALL HAMMERS
                                 FULLY UPROOTED
                                 FROM THEIR KEY SHAPED
                                 SKELETON
                                 CRUELLY EXPLORE
                                 EVERY CRANIAL PATH
                                 ALWAYS CLOSER...
                                 ALWAYS MORE PAINFUL!
                                 THE SHARKS' FIN
                                 IS SIGHTING STRAIGHT FOR ME:
                                 CREATURES OR SPIRITS
                                 I BEG YOU!
                                 MAYBE IT'S THE DELIRIUM
                                 OF MY MORBID RATIO
                                 OR THAT VOICE THAT LIES
                                 DEEP IN MY INTIMATE SELF
                                 TO ALLOW THIS SWIMMING
                                 THROUGH THE LYMPHS OF VICTIMS
                                 WHILE DARK REIGNS OVER
                                 THE SONS OF PUTREFACTION!
                                 FATHER OF SONS ALL DEFORMED
                                 THAT LIKE A GHASTLY STREAM
                                 SURGE OUT
                                 THROUGH THE RUSTED GATES OF TIME
                                 -A DEAF DUMB EYELESS THRONG
                                 LAUGHING FOREVER
                                 BUT SMILING NO MORE
                                 THE GOD ABSENT.
                                 OR STILL.
                                 "HAEC VERBA AUDI: VITAM AETERNAM!"
                                 LIKE THE SHAMAN
                                 WHO INGRATIATES HIMSELF
                                 WITH THE DEITY
                                 OF THE ANIMAL HE HUNTS
                                 SEEKING POSSESSION
                                 WITH THE SPIRIT OF THE BEAST:
                                 SO THE INNOCENTS,
                                 PERVADED WITH THE SPIRIT
                                 OF THE GREAT PREDATOR
                                 -PRINCEPS HUIUS MUNDI-
                                 THOUGH BURNT ON OUR PYRES
                                 WILL TRANSCEND TIME
                                 SOARING OVER
                                 PHYSICAL EXTINCTION.
                                 DOMINE TE VOCO
                                 IUSTUM MIHI OSTENDE UNICUM
                                 TALIS MONSTRIS OB SPECTACULUM
                                 STUPEFACTUS EGO MORIAR...
                                 ...ON MEURT A MOINS!
                                 HOOKED HANDS
                                 STRETCHED OUT ABOVE
                                 IN THE ULTIMATE ENDEAVOUR
                                 TO CLUTCH AN ATOM
                                 THAT DOES NOT SINK.
                                 IN THE DAY OF WRATH
                                 THE HUNGRY MARIONETTES
                                 WAKE UP - COME ALIVE
                                 WHILE BIRDS OF SOUL
                                 USHER IN
                                 THE RAYS OF CHAOS..
                                 "FATAL INFECTION... FAR ALL!
                                 EPIDEMY! EPIDEMY!"
                                 DIES IRAE!
                                 FEEDING ON FRAGMENTS OF GANGRENE
                                 TEETH CRUMBLE
                                 TOES FALL APART.
                                 WE CRAWL LIKE EARTH-WORMS
                                 THAT RATS AND BIRDS FIGHT OVER.
                                 SCORED BY SILENCE
                                 SPIRITS CREEP
                                 OUT OF THE SECRET NOOKS:
                                 SCATTER IN THE STREETS
                                 EACH ONE
                                 CHOOSING HIS OWN
                                 BELOVED PREY.
                                 AMONG THE TREES,
                                 HOLDING HER OUT MY HANDS
                                 "WHAT ABOUT A WALK?"
                                 I AVOID THE SHARP SPLINTERS
                                 OF HER SWEET SHATTERED GAZE.
                                 STEP BY STEP
                                 INTO THE LABYRINTHS OF DOUBT
                                 EVERY SHELTER: A TRAP.
                                 WHILE DISTRESSES I WITNESS
                                 THE TWILIGHT OF MY HEART
                                 YOU SPREAD AROUND DROPS OF LIGHT
                                 UNAWARE OF THE RUSTLE
                                 OF INVISIBLE SYLLABLES:
                                 "YOU WILL NOT GET OUT
                                 OF ETERNAL PEACE!"
                                 AND THE VIRGIN BLADE KISSES,
                                 -FREEING-
                                 YOUR WHITE THROAT.
                                 NO PAIN
                                 I'M QUITE SURE
                                 SHE FEELS NO PAIN!
                                 THE VOICE
                                 STILL THROBS:
                                 "EACH MAN
                                 KILLS
                                 THE THING
                                 HE LOVES!"
                                 (INCUBUS)
                                 IN THE PURPLE FLASHES
                                 OF THE BLAZING BLOOD
                                 SLOWLY WE VANISH
                                 IN AND AROUND OURSELVES.
                                 CELLS OF SPIRIT DISSOLVE
                                 BIT BY BIT...
                                 "YOU WILL NOT GET OUT OF ETERNAL PEACE!
                                 YOU WILL NOT GET OUT OF ETERNAL PEACE!"
                                 SUDDENLY THE VOID
                                 FILLS YOUR FIRST BORN
                                 VIBRATION.
                                 JUST THE STILL SPLENDOR
                                 OF YOUR ICY WARDS ENDURES.
                                 I SEE YOU THROUGH MY TEARS,
                                 TEARS THAT NOBODY EVER WILL DRY...
                                 "YOU WILL NOT GET OUT OF ETERNAL PEACE!
                                 YOU WILL NOT GET OUT OF ETERNAL
                                 PEACE/KILL/SLEEP/MURDER/DEATH.
                                 THE LAST WORD OF MY SCRIPT
                                 IS NOW DECLAIMED.
                                 TIME IS OVER,
                                 AND THERE'S NO WHISPERING PROMPTER
                                 TO EASE MY SCENIC SOLITUDE.
                                 THE CRAWLING SHAPE INTRUDES
                                 AND WHILE I OPEN MY ARMS
                                 IT SEIZES ME IN ITS JAWS!
                                 "THIS IS MY BODY, WHICH IS SACRIFICED FOR YOU!"
                                 ("INTO THY HANDS I COMMEND MY SPIRIT...")
                                 OUT. OUT ARE THE LIGHTS. OUT ALL.
                                 AND OVER EACH QUIVERING FORM
                                 THE CURTAIN COMES DOWN
                                 LIKE A FUNERAL PALL.
                                 WITH A RUSH OF STORM,
                                 WHILE ANGELS
                                 -PALE AND SILENT-
                                 RISING AND UNVEILING
                                 AFFIRM
                                 THAT WE ARE WITNESSING
                                 THE TRAGEDY
                                 "MAN"
                                 AND ITS HERO IS....
                                 THE CONQUEROR WORM.
                                 YET I WOULD LOSE NO STING
                                 WOULD WISH NO TORTURE LESS;
                                 THE MORE THAT ANGUISH RACKS
                                 THE EARLIER IT WILL BLESS.
                                 AND ROBED IN FIRES OF HELL
                                 OR BRIGHT IN HEAVENLY SHINE,
                                 IF IT BUT HERALD DEATH
                                 THE VISION IS DIVINE.
                                 THE STILL LOOK
                                 CURLED UP IN THE STRAIT-JACKET.
                                 FADING OF TEARS.
                                 BEHIND EVERY KISS:
                                 A POTENTIAL JUDAS.
                                 DESIRE OF BITING
                                 THE VITAL ARTERY
                                 MINE
                                 OR OF THE FIRST PASSER-BY
                                 INSECTS WITH LEGS
                                 TORN OFF
                                 MY NAILS ONE BY ONE
                                 SHARDS OF GLASS
                                 IN EYES OF CAT
                                 SMILE. OR SIMPLY: IVORY.
                                 GOOD NIGHT.
                                 PLUG DISCONNECTED.
                                 SOME FLOWERS
                                 IN THE FIRST MONTH
                                 THEN JUST:
                                 EARTH: