Insurection

He implores all of you,

he kneels before you,

Let this being outside

of your rage and your hits

He proclaims himself:

When he opened his trembling arms,

freeing himself of the oppression

Which gripped him,

he saw the rising spirits around him

I implore all of you, I kneel before you,

before you

Cause it's against you, brothers, I will fight

I'll fight for having desecrated the flesh,

the flesh

Of the being for whom I live

For whom I'm ready to die

Under an unexplained spell,

he moved forward

To the illuminated candled altar,

he fused with the hot magic wax

And when, slowly, he consumed himself,

human life leaving him

A being for whom I live

A being for whom I'm ready to die