Текст песни Leeches & Deception - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows

The old monk of a somewhat Thelemite, or "crow"-related order,
Dressed in a torn, old gown of jute,
Had been locked up in a tiny box inside a wall,
This cubic room was painted in dark(est)-red and midnight-blue.
When the door was opened again,
He was screaming terribly,
As towards the end of his self-imposed isolation
He must have suffered from the most horrible visions and/or hallucinations,
Presumably, they had been caused by the previous days of his ritual fasting.
The images he saw must have been atrocious indeed.
The white-haired, bearded monk was in his forties I believe ...-
That's 4 and 0 for the earthen sphere.
Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the grey gown of jute,
Because what might look like a clichè is necessity ... and truth!
After he was released again
A trans-/bisexual vampyre-demon was crawling after him out of the same box.
Though this demon/creature should have been dissolved,
Instead ha had just split himself in two halves,
Dark-red, fat and swollen like a leech ...-
It surely must have been feasting on the poor man
While they were both locked inside the wall.
A ritual:
(I become a witness of an unexpected ritual, a demonstration.)
On the right side of me:
A magician hissingly exhales,
Directing his breath on a spongy, spherical thing;
A plexus which, as a direct reaction to it,
Is covered by thin, electric flashes,
Or discharges of blue light.
Unexpectedly, my hands are beginning to twitch and flash as well,
And I have to realise that I am still dirty & soiled,
Possessed by certain things un(dis)solved,
As it is they who now react to the formula of exorcism!
In awe and terror I recognise
That such rituals of power, invocations of archetypes
Must only be performed by the truly initiated,
Experienced magicians all alone.
Not by some superficial silly loser/boy-girl,
A mere artist of hot (test)-air ...
Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the grey gown of jute,
Because what might look like a clichè is necessity and truth!
Do not make stupid jokes about the man in the crow-related cowl of jute,
Because by transforming himself he might be saving me and you.
Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the gown of jute,
Because what might look like a clichè is necessity ... and truth!