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Sacrilegium Lyrics SACRILEGIUM:                               PROFANATIO OMNIUM QUAE DEO                               VEL SANCTIS PROPOSITIS CONSECRANTUR.                               FOR LONG ENDLESS MILLIONS OF INSTANTS                               I DRANK AT THE GOBLET OF ILLUSION                               TILLING TUMOURS AND FOLLIES                               DESPERATELY WANDERING                               THROUGH THE DARK TUNNELS                               OF THE BONE BOX                               THEN, SUBMITTING,                               I CHOSE TO DROWN                               IN THE ASHES OF MY DREAMS.                               WHEN PURITY IS RAPED                               THREE DAYS ARE NOT ENOUGH                               TO RESURRECT:                               EVERYWHERE                               LEPROSY SPREADS OUT,                               THE LIGHT OF THE EYES                               IS EXTINGUISHED,                               THUNDERS NOW SHATTER                               THE EARDRUMS,                               THE SCREAM IS:                               "THE PLAGUE BE ON YOU!"                               THE DUST                               I USED TO BUILD                               THE IMPALPABLE REALITY                               OF MY NIGHTS                               BRINGS ME BACK                               ALONG THE PATHS                               WHERE I SCATTERED                               USELESS HOPES.                               BELIEVE!                               CAN I TRUST YOU?                               NO, PLEASE, DON`T!                               CAN I TRUST YOU?                               FOREVER, REALLY, FOREVER!                               OATHS ENGRAVED IN THE WATER...                               OBEY!                               AS A CHILD, OR AN IDIOT                               WHO FOLLOWS THE LAWS                               OF THE XXXX OTHERS?                               QUICKSANDS HAVE JUST ONE                               UNRELENTING GOAL.                               BON VOYAGE, MON AMOUR...                               FIGHT!                               THAT INVISIBLE ENEMY                               NESTLED BEHIND THOSE                               GORGEOUS, FALSE, SHARP                               SMILES                               IN ORDER TO CONQUER THE FUTURE: AND DESTROY IT!                               I GO BACK -ONCE MORE- INTO THE ABYSS OF MY NOTHING.                               YOU KNOW                               THE DEAD HAVE THE VIRTUE OF LOOKING LIKE EACH OTHER.                               IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY                               WE WERE CHILDREN                               AND PLAYING AT RUNNING                               AFTER EACH OTHER;                               YOU WOULD OFTEN LOCK ME                               IN THE DARK CELLAR,                               AND I IMPLORED:                               "PLEASE OPEN!"                               I USED TO RUN TRAMPLING ON                               THE LITTLE HEADS                               -CUT OFF-                               SPREAD RIPE ON THE LAWN                               WE HAD NO MOTHER                               SO WE`RE TAKING TURNS                               IN BEING HER.                               YOU WERE VISITING MY DREAMS                               LEAVING TO SNOW                               THROUGH ALMOST                               CLOSED FINGERS                               GLITTERING CRYSTALS                               OF VERGINAL ILLUSIONS.                               TIME SEEMED OUR BROTHER                               UNTIL THE DEADLY NIGHT                               TWISTED, I PRESERVED YOU                               -JEALOUSLY- BESIDE ME.                               GELID, ADORNED WITH                               THE DAMNED CLOTHS                               OF THE SUDDEN                               SILENCE....                               ....WHILE                               DREAMFUL...                               ....I OFFERED YOU                               A SMILE....                               ....IN A SUSPENDED FLASH                               THE SPIRIT....                               ....WAS PLUCKED AWAY                               BY THE....                               ....SACRILEGE OF FATAL ARMS!                               FOREVER!                               REMEMBER?                               FOREVER!                               I KEPT THE SECRET                               "WHERE IS THE BRIDE?"                               "FORSAKEN HIM!"                               "FLEEING THE DECEIVED"                               "LEFT HIM ALONE!"                               TALK, TALK                               YOU FOOLS!                               FOREVER I WANTED                               STILL, LIFELESS AND EMPTY                               THE SHADOW OF YOU                               TO LIE ON                               THE BRIDAL COUCH                               WHERE YOU LAUGHED                               ASTONISHED                               MINDING THE TALES                               BIZARRE AND CONTORTED                               I TOLD YOU EVERY NIGHT                               PRIOR TO SUBMITTING                               TO THE EMPIRE OF THE DARK.                               MORS AT SUAE COHORTIS LUDUS:                               "ANATHEMA, ANATHEMA TIBI!"                               ARCANI VIS ET NATURA:                               "ANATHEMA, ANATHEMA TIBI!"                               THEY WHO KNOW, DO NOT SPEAK!                               THEY WHO TALK, DO NOT KNOW!                               "MALEDICTUS! MALEDICTUS!"                               WE ARE JUST SKETCHES OF MEN                               CAUGHT IN A WICKED VORTEX                               WHERE TERTIUM NON DATUR                               BETWEEN BEING GOD                               OR BEING DAMNED.                               BUT, AFTER ALL,                               ISN`T IT TRUE THAT                               AN INAUDIBLE SUGGESTION,                               AN INEFFABLE REMORSE,                               A SECRET INSTINCT                               REVEAL THE IMPURITY                               HIDDEN IN SUCCESS,                               THE VULGARITY OF VICTORY,                               THE FILTH NESTLING                               IN FORTUNE:                               PURE PURITY                               ABSOLUTE CATHARSIS,                               IS IN MISADVENTURE,                               IN TRAGEDY,                               IN ONE`S INELUCTABLE                               CHECK MATE.                               AND WHEN THE LIGHTS DIM                               AND FALLS SLOWLY THE CURTAIN,                               I RETURN TO DANCE IN A RING                               WITH THE SKELETON MAN                               AND THE BEARDED LADY,                               THE BIRD-BOY AND                               THE LAUGHING DWARF;                               AMONG DRAGONS                               AND AVENGING ANGELS,                               WINGED MAIDENS                               AND HERDS OF BLIND MEN                               WHO BARK                               WITH OPEN WIDE ORBITS                               TAKING ME AT LAST                               TO THE WORLD WHERE                               UNCERTAINTY DOES NOT EXIST.                               IN HEAVEN. OR UNDERGROUND.

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