My heart so black as the awakening
Of three thousand strong mortuary buffalos
My incrusted mind of alabaster, amethysts
And of fresh blood
Among the hands i seize a river that ascends
Of the highest west it overflows their knowledge
And in my eyes i don't find the implosion
Of a saturnian ring
My life pressed by the dampness of the hours
My blood sculpted by the wild anemones
And the might that opens up like one morning
To say that still comes that never forgot
The power of their flashes
It burns in the unconscious ice of the blizzard
The same as a sign avoid its embryo
And he dives in a rotten well toward the lethargy
My heart is cold as the darkness
(My mind don't support more a stellar catastrophe
Only the light noise of cyclopean giant's steps)
Grasped to the clouds of poison of a new aeon anyone
The night calls to the Blackhearts
My incrusted mind of amethysts, of green silt
And vestiges of high geology
My hearts so black as the dizzy spell of a virgin seal
In full sacrifice night
The night calls to the Blackhearts