Sopor Aeternus Hades 'pluton'
I dreamt that I was lying on the bottom of the dark and
never-ending sea, on a bed that my dead lover was
preparing with his own skeleton for me ...
("...bring us a goat and we'll show you the way
straight through the realm of the fallen and slain
...")
I sensed the wretched spectres of the drowned staring
across from some distant shore, and in my sadness I
drew closer, to condole and somewhat to implore...
I'm like the doubtful kiss of a corpse or maybe the
kiss of an ancient stone. Yes, it's like kissing some
marble statue that has neither warmth nor life of its
own...
("...down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound,
onto the cell where your love might be found ...")
COVER THE MIRRORS, FRAGILE HAS DIED, LEAVING BUT A
STARLESS RUIN BEHIND! SHATTER THE MIRRORS, SO THAT HE
CAN NEVER BE CALLED BACK FROM THE BLESSED SILENCE OF
HIS SCARED VAULT ...
No, no, no...- put an end to the show! I am going back
to the land where the bone-flowers grow, to "the wild,
weird clime that lies, sublime, out of Space and out of
Time" ...
See the shape, but can't see through, no-one can ever
hate me as well as I do. Know when to throw a laugh,
know how to force a smile, whatever the intention ...-
I'm such a "friendly" lie!
("...bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him,
it shall open the gates, so we can sneak you in...")
"Bring us a goat and we'll show you the way straight
through the realm of the fallen and slain. Down,
further down, where the gloom becomes sound, onto the
cell, where your love might be found ... Bring us only
this goat and we'll lead you to him, it will open the
gates, so we can sneak you in. Oh, it's cold and so
dark here, and you must keep in mind, no-one can get
you out, if you overstep time...!"