With Everburning Sulphur Unconsumed
Threnody! Transcendent woe Through nine tongues of water And ever-burning sulphur Threnody! As the mists grow thicker and thicker By scarred wounds chanting In spiteful dominance Threnody! Pouring deep The salt of Ghosts ‘to the wounds of humanity Libera me, domine! A prayer within the shadows The voice of a lone star It whispers the office of the dead As sung by the choir of the damned. Libera me, domine! And a curse to bind them all Outside the flaming breath Of this corporeal gate With the wise doctrine of shades Ister-el-dor der-i-enne Ister-al-or-darne zi dee Ister-el-dor syvy e flammar Ister al-or-estyr er Ister al-or-estyr er Hah-ser-ka tee / al-ter al-ter Ister al-or-estyr er Dai fhar go-drennha Ister al-or-estyr er Hah-ser-ka tee / il-ter al-ter Ister al-or-estyr er Dai fhar go-drennha Threnody! In silence I remember Through nine tongues of fire And ever-burning sulphur Threnody! To the first and the last So that this burnt flesh Can shine again and again Ister al-or-estyr er Hah-ser-ka tee / al-ter al-ter Ister al-or-estyr er Dai fhar go-drennha Ister al-or-estyr er Hah-ser-ka tee / il-ter al-ter Ister al-or-estyr er Dai fhar go-drennha Through a field not far enough, the eyelids dissect the body of a young creature. He moves with instinctive movements, like in a dance for two, but out of time. I wish you the least possible clarity, I wish you to always dance out of time without realizing the steps, nor the rhythm. A beautiful wind stirs drapes of grass and hair. May only this touch you, child. Libera me, domine! Libera me, domine!
Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 15, 2025