From your embrace
Where sleeps an eternal Night,
Let me emerge and sing this Elendian plaint,
For all the pearls have vanished that shone before.
Teach me in pure melodiou

into_bottomless_perdition

He of the first, if not the first archangel,
Great in power, favour and preeminence,
He resolv'd with all his legions to dislodge
And leave unworshipt the Throne Supreme.


du_trefonds_des_tenebres

Horror, Lucifer solutus,
Anguis a catenis suis liberatus.
A sparkling shade of hate embraced the whole horizon.
A shadow of horror is risen
The Sun is bent,
Consumed

apocalypse

[Second Nocturne]

Deus in adiutorium meum intende.

O Domine,
Te ipsum luce velans,
Prodis ex alis ventorum.
O Domine,
Exaudiens omnes preces,

deploration

"The emerald rain shines and falls in vain.
Away! Away! Away!
Visions of sorrow, doleful shades, unfathomless pain.
Rebuke me not in thy anger nor chasten me in thy wrath!"

[Troisieme Repons]

I am the eyes of the Basilisk.

As you enter the forest of my sleep,
Drawing aside the bushes of glimmering light,
You will remember the pr

eden

Horror atque terror
Quid faciebas, malefice
Die irae, dies ille
Sovet saeculum in favillam.
Lost in the garden,
with the blood on my hands,
Captive of the lumi

au_trefonds_des_tenebres

[Dernier Nocturne]

Cele cette encre qui parchemine ton visage...

Dans l'orbe d'une caresse,
La Troisieme Soeur adombre la lumiere.
Elle aime en silence, libr

in_the_embrasure_of_heaven

[Troisieme Lecon]

I'll die without a whisper against you, my Lord.

Roses her eyes on the weary veil of Dawn.

We were lost in a sea of darkness.
A dark

the_luciferian_revolution

Flores solis, ardentes in aeternum,
Ne secuti sitis fatum floris venenati...
Colores delectant, inebriant odores,
At siccatur sinus perpetuo lacrimando...
Nam angeli cursu

moon_of_amber

[Premier Repons]

Umbra,
We watch the Moon of Amber.
And again, the Garden mourns its silent dream.
Unguarded, some fragments of light linger in your sky.
Were

dancing_under_the_closed_eyes_of_paradise

SOPOR AETERNUS...

O mortis secretum, ubi finis nervorum?
O funeris algor, ubi sonus somniorum?

The insane wine of the night misled my soul
At the confluence

the_silence_of_light

I heal my wounds in
the orchard of misery
Where the fruits and the trees
have turned to dust.
Be merciful, my Lord.
The meadows of Light and Pulchritude
Are bl

chanting

"We, the host of Seraphim, the armies of bright,
We do not rue the dire event
That, with sad overthrow and foul defeat, hath lost us Heaven.
Ever to do ill will be our sole deli

antienne

Errante à jamais sous la lune blafarde et voilée,
Qui pleure la nuit, la pluie des douleurs étherées,
La pierre au doux visage, levant ses yeux étoilés,
Guette l'âme seul