In the eternal land,
In the sadness land,
In the sado-land,
In the lesbians' land,
In the suicidals' land,
In the sepulchral land
Just see immortal angels in majestic flights
And the swords be torn in the air,
See hideous nereids be raised of the sea's foams,
Hear the dramatic, distant and taciturn howls of the wolves
See Medusa smiling in front of petrified foolish men,
Hear trembling and moribund voices
And the wisdom of the ancient messages
It's the divine unconsciousness
Listening sepulchral whispers
Of a deep melancholy's state
Feel the coldness of the serenity,
Feel the winds crossing your soul
And the sweet smell of wines perfumed in the taverns
In a poetic suicide in the name of Loucyfer,
From the gates of Langsuyar, the death is the war
The death is the war