Closing The Circle کے بول

Closing the circle and all which to it belongs Hurting, wounding, trucidating Fountain of dark, damned feelings Begotten in noctambulant trances And suffered by day in weak humiliated souls By beings worthy of selfishness and coldness A coldness to act and to show the covenant Closing the circle arises The most somber seduction and an inner satisfaction Inculcated eternally, for ever, in a continual ecstasy, Fecundated amid the mists, Sole dawn allowed in the immensity of these shadows Bringing a virginal blood-red, desirable, Which the circle takes Offering it to its innermost feelings Rejuvenating the darkest pleasure of belonging Only this is comprehensible intimately Closing the circle, thus Mortals in their purest cycle Disturbing the slumber of ancient powerTo complete the circle