Like a black eagle
You fly over us
You laugh at our insignificant grief
Because before the twilight
We shall be part of your own light
Part of your own light
Gathered we contemplate our decline
And without words
We praise Dionysius on your behalf
Because we are chaos in ecstasy
Because there is no balance without death
A thousand years to carve a throne
One second of doubt to losing it
Nothing is eternal, neither solitude nor oblivion, neither prayers to God
And yet this idea remains in our souls
Fast is your destination and also your decline
A thousand beasts gathered in a pit
Where you rest in opulence
Live the holy death
And live all those you embrace
You will lead the sound of our end
And open wide you will discover waters of the Styx
So that we can pass
We celebrate together
And wait for those to come
Those to come