Mortis Hominum Salvator

In my dream I saw dead landscape

Where a Sable Angel stood among the lambs

From the blind flock

Rose the oldest One

And spoke to the fearful angel

Who had come from sky

Hardly I could hear their words

But clearly I understood only the end...

The Ancient Lamb:

"One with the flock - one with me

I and my sinful brothers have been

Waiting since our Father was crucified

On the hill of Golgotha

Bring us light - the promised land

Where faithful souls don't have any End

Godsent saviour, hear my words...

Cleanse our guilthy souls!"

The Sable Angel:

"Your request is a pleasure for me

Just pray and kneel before me"

One of the eyeless flock:

"But our holy lord, why do you need

That sacred scythe?"

The Sable Angel:

"Because - my sweet children- Sine Sanguinis

Effusione Non Fit Redemptio..."

And than I saw how the Death danced

With open wings so gracefully

Resolutely he spread the Seeds

Of macabre dreams...

Corpse on corpse

Their blood is like a scarlet brook

The scythe, as a brush, painted

A beautiful picture on the dead meadow

Colouring the lifeless Nature

On that miraculous night

When the pale moon died