Misanthrope

Then I die in a crimson world from behind
Praise my defunct soul to the highest sky
Pirouetting through the gloom, God guides my Acts
As an angel tempted by
The lust for the deformed
Lashing out the depths of a being
Lapsed from the azure, fallen
Into the slough, where no eyes can penetrate
As a soul under a spell
Futilely searching for pleasure, in vain
Then I die in a crimson world from behind
Praise my defunct soul to the highest sky
Above the lights of loneliness, my tears flow out of my eyes
As the blood of Christ stains my hands
Caught in a crystal conquest
Seeking for the pearls of life
Plain emblems of a luxurious fate
Sombre and lucid exchange
In a heart that has become its own mirror
A well of truth, clear though black, a torch of grace
Drink the chalice
Raise our flag to the livid star, an invincible reflection of bizarre
Caught in a crystal conquest
Seeking for the pearls of life
Tremble, livid star!
Resound, immortal drums of the bizarre
Sombre and lucid exchange
In a heart that has become opaque
A well of truth, clear though black, a torch of light