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/текст одноимённой песни группы Exitus Letalis/

One last breath - and welcome to Sekhet-Aarah,
unrecognized and always unexpected land.
The voice of wilderness is now sepulchral,
to be its one grit's echo you still can pretend.

Hail Sekhet looking through
the Eye that created you,
supplicate Mekhen to keep
Ra's way to those who're buried deep
and won't be shined...

Ten tortures - and welcome to Sekhet-Khatepeth,
some kind of Elysium - maybe blessed? - fields.
For lack of rivers even sand could be turned red,
before that's done - enjoy the landscape underneath.

Don't forget the words.
Kitab al-Mayyib,
like the world, belongs
to those who took leap.

Scribe takes the incense and
gets ready to present
this depot of your soul
in the incrusted bowl
to council of the Lords.
Not only minor chords
can be played on the strings
made of your nerves and limbs...

And... furioso symphonies... Hate's
still the thing that can open gates
of the comprehension. Thunder
sounds so close and beats like pounder.

Heat of Sekhet-Aarah
remembers some aura
of your wound,
of you - spellbound
and praising the Sekhet's grandeur!

Don't forget the words.
Kitab al-Mayyib,
like the world, belongs
to those who took leap.

Only scent of incense remains
and reminds that some time in veins
there were blood and you were alive.
But the realm of Seth has no rives.

© Бернт Хильдегард, 2008
Дата публикации: 18.01.2008 21:18:46
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