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The silence already funereal spreads a pall His lips not drinking there or baiting breath Its muzzle all aflame with savage howls Idol of Anubis Aflame... In the fluttering veil that girds her absence round We breathe in always, thought it brings us to death His century appalled at never having heard That in this voice triumphant death had sung its hymn As to himself at last eterrnity changes him the poet reawakens They, like a writhing Hydra bestow a purer sense Calm block fallen here from obscure disaster Mark the boundaries evermore To the dark flighs of blasphemy hurled to the future Aus Songtexte Mania