I ride the whore
Pure nocturnal Rome
my destiny

I drift away, far away
from light to unknown places

Fraught with energy
Pure nocturnal Rome
I lose reality

Winds carrying screams from the Palatine
Like words of wisdom and fatality
Real or not, this becomes the essence of the manifest

I ride the whore
Pure nocturnal Rome
my destiny

Entering the place of sacrifices
where blood bleached its way of awe
nourishing the gods of war

I walk away, far away
Through the night and mystic places


10. Seikilos

Death is certain, life is not

While we live, shine
have no grief at all
life is like the wind
and time demands the end