If there must be, must be
A spirit that moves matter’s shattered form
Let it be an awful ringing
A fathomless unknown
A refulgent nothing
What hunger without desire
Senseless and cold
The fountain that empties the world overflows
O Terra Infidel! Spoiling to be known
A figure hanging, features covered
By her fallen gown
There will be nothing unmeasured anymore
What unknowing counter comes, silent and blind
To empty heaven of its hymns
And hell of its cries
Less and less, O savage spirit!
Less heeded your call
A step upon a path
Forgotten and overgrown
What wearied passage here, from soul to poison soul
Here we wallow, here we writhe
Like a serpent with a broken spine