Turulvér - Farewell rite


Sable music of pulsing and whirling pipes
Quivered the rotting air ... I entered
Dust-like figures swayed as tongues of
Flame and danced in a trance
I couldn't resist the ancients' command
That summoned me into rapture

The maddening antiquity snatched me
On the fest of flesh clay masks broke
During that delirium I felt that my bodily fluids
Left me and nurtured the figures ... I enjoyed

I became lighter and lighter, the material became terminated
Restrictions lessened, a pervert oblation of glory
The moon was on the wane, the music died away
My body collapsed.
But consciousness is common now
..and the next one will be also mine...

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