Seconde Leзon
We entered the heart of darkness
And in the dead of light,
The Seventh Angel poured his vial into the air
Embosomed in my Temple is a statue bereft of life
Sweet umberbird, lighten her eyes lest she sleeps the sleep of death,
For she has seen the Face of God and her life must be preserved
We met Luvadea, Daughter of mine,
And crowned her with emeralds and innocence
But she was wearing the cobalt raiment of the Angel of Death
Your bloodstained hair sears me in a sea of snakes,
A sun of amaranths,
With rays crawling on the Fields of Tears
Adorn me in your torpid Temple
And forgive me if I cannot wake this dormant smile in your eyes
The Cyllenian god did love my sweet music forlorn
Elohim, Elohim Sabaoth, Eloп Shaddaп, Adonaп,
When the Sun remains silent,
I will lay my angels down,
For the Arch of my Temple is a parchment of blood
Even Death has fled from me
I have seen the Face of God
And yet my life has been preserved
The Bride of the Lamb poured herself into me
And Despair fell on us,
As if we had entered the heart of darkness