Divina Enema X. Wrapped In Mystery
(In fifth chamber were Unnamed forms, which cast the metals into the expanse) "So I remained looking thoughtfully at the humble grave For a minute trying to make out What's been hidden there for years What it wants to speak to me Stuff and nonsense! It's absolutely mute so it is full of bones, And worms, And brown remains in rotten rags" I used to comprehend all thoughts of thine Thou wert my bond Oh, devil's concubine Who could not wait to die (Neither could I) Thou hast embodied grandeur of virtue Which took event When thou wert slept Nane could perceive it till thy doom... ...Abducted thy attachment and spirited thee off. Light in thy casements turned to deep dusk for aught I know "Ye wad have glimpsed the outline of her in the Scotch mist She wrapped in mystery so did she not e'er exist? It takes place during the night When ye tend to turn off the lights Wrapped in mystery askance she looks at thee Towards the conformity! Thou can't deplore the bones of thine for aye As soon as corpse decay Ghost hath to fade away Evince the senseless corpse - The senseless corpse of thine Sunk into oblivion!" Nane shalt annoy its rest Nane shalt annoy its rest Nane shalt turn that soil to annoy! Do let's jog as frenzy feasts With cunning it affects us all All sincere senses are to fall Under its burden Ah, meanwhile it strides o'er corpses Only ghost is to survive The tedious phrases can't describe All incarnations of... Never-ending essence Diabolo he was named He's monster in the mortal flesh Strikes in weak corpse of yours Strikes in weak mind of yours Penetrating all your thoughts Never-ending essence Diabolo he was named Hark! "So I remained looking thoughtfully at the phantom For a minute trying to make out How it could appear... What it wants to speak to me Stuff and nonsense! It's absolutely mute!" He's to be your eyes - What are you to see? He's to be your ears - What are you to hear? There is nothing to be done but to serve him! If you do not mind so you're to do! Methought thou wert departed Methought thou'd gone without any explanation Utterly I was proud that I wad ne'er hae seen The"subject of my pride" I've got to wear the same way Because of suicide! Stormy night sways wooden cross Without any screed or remorse Wrapped in mystery thou shalt beget thy sigh Thy screech"Wha am I"? It takes place during the night When ye tend to turn off the lights Wrapped in mystery askance she looks at thee Downwards the conformity! When I close my eyes I see Only dead of night entirely... So dark I am afraid to cease the dream of mine So you ought to believe the lie Believe in grave or you may die Believe in cavalcade of destiny
