Horta Funebra

To palido rostro en tu sombrio perfil

refleja la lugubre penuria del ser

humano, hacia 1348 hacinabas muertos

por decenas y tu vida era la muerte, arrebatassste la flor de mi vida,

pero aun asi me funesto deseo es adorarte.

In the desolation the whole, scenario, the only sound is the constant

moaning of the wind, overhead the immense sky is hazy black and resurgence

of life is over. La muerte negra, spreads her ehinous wings and descending

against human race, gathering of pale flowers, flowers on black veil,

people sleep in suffering everyday.

Trionfo della morte

as a crack in mankind

thus, completing their cycle

in vitae in morte di horta funebra

No one will deny that bleakness, on symptom of the seventh doomplague

terrestrial calvary mirrored a paradise in debris and sweetmisery regina

matter putrefactio, the hadez followed with her a precious ange with

fluttering dismay, seemed to become an enormous teratoid

Ad interitum funebrarum

Having recaptured the gloomy feeling,

the insight it gave me as appallaing abyss is still

vivid to me until my death.