We were older than the sun
Yet younger than the moon
In the air that should quicken
Bodies sicken sicker still
Blood chokes the roots
Thy domain of unbounded horizon
Gapes like hell within
Le savoir sombre file ou se forme la larve
Take this choler, take this bile
Take this coin from my tongue
Rapt, enchanted by this vision
Painted upon a pall
Blood swallows the moon
Thy domain of boundless despoil
Gapes like hell within
Dark praise in seas of sleep
Praise for awakening terror
For the anguish consummate
That counsels to perish
O Saturna, so arrayed
Praise for the anguish consummate
That counsels all to perish