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Per sanguinem servimus
Per mortem purgamus
I was given a Name.I was told to wait
They gave me the night.And they ordered to take
She lived there, above the clouds
Among palaces and marble gods
I knew: death pleases only him
And so I prayed to the blade
In the smoke of incense and thousands of candles
We were made an instrument of the nights
Lacryma siccat
Ferrum vindicat
I heard behind the music and laughter
How the groan of the lower classes echoed to them
I was sick of the ladies' perfume
And lies flowing through their tongues
I followed her under the rusty arch of the depths
Where the fumes of cars mixed with the smell of ruins
Among cripples, traders and shadows
She was looking for something among people
She looked into the faces of the beggarly masses
As if I was still looking for a chance
And something trembled in me then
It's like a memory has risen from the bottom
Just one sound broke the seal inside
What have I learned to hide for so many years?
And among the rust, sirens and lights
I suddenly recognized my mother's voice
Mors est fides
Mors est finalis
I realized: the verdict has long overtaken us
Even at that very moment of dedication
And if the blade in your hand trembles
We will become dust on the damp sand
She said quietly: Here you are
With a smile full of pain and guilt
And in the noise of trumpets, among the blind lights
I silently opened my mother's throat
Mors est sacramentum
Sanguis est testamentum
The mentor silently accepted my bow
How does the church throne accept death?
And in the flames of countless candles
I became a blade, without my memory
Memoria moritur
Imperator videtur