Oneiros

A burnt ecclesiast, a scorched hand
I wander ripped from my body
Radiate, consume, expend with a silent throat
Light as a feather
Flowing like molten lead
And a heart, pounding with fiery breath
Molten anxiety and pleasures

Charoúmenos oneiros, let it be done
Charoúmenos oneiros, my will be done

Spit thine repulsion, o son of light
Crawling limbs, blood stiffen, my joy, your agony
Spill thine words, o son of light
Severed limbs, grotesque corpse
Catatonia gloria
Spit forth your purulent self

Charoúmenos oneiros, here it is!
Delirious meat, as the falcon
Diving upon its prey
Shovelling deep, my bones are curtsying

I dive and become bones
I emerge out of a swamp of blood
The ground loses my faithful steps
And reflects the shade of Typhon

Let them be death! Let them be flesh!

Rattle, ecstasy, aroused in murder
I grind the flesh, under my teeth
Of my own half-rotten heart