Lux Occulta - Nocturnal Dithyramb

Black goatskin covers my arms
I am the hunter, at one with the forest
the moon is my eye
the air is so thick, so heavy tonight
someone is crying... or was it laughter?
I enter the fairyland

Frozen silence
Where am I?
Two yellow stars
blaze in the dark

The lion-woman did not devour me
though all my weapons have disappeared
'The poisoned fruit will give life to the dead'
I was told by the golden Sphinx

From that time I am your servant
thank you, Liberator, for opening my eyes
on wooded peaks of desolate Parnassus
I have rected altars of bones
Ecstatic dances play with the torchlight