Vocatio Mortuorum versuri

Versuri Opera IX – Vocatio Mortuorum lyrics

I beheld her, the bane-witch
Barefoot upon unhallowed earth
Cloaked in robes as black as pitch
Her locks a nest of hissing serpents

Her flesh pale with deathly toil
By her side, Sagana cried unto the winds
As clawed fingers rended1 the soil
With wrathful zeal

The lamb was rent asunder
Its blood, still warm
Was poured into the pit
Where silence dwelleth

And the bones keep memory
Two effigies they bore
One of wax, to kneel and perish
And one of wool, to wield the curse

The waxen thrall did melt in dread
The woolen lord did bind in wrath
Then rose the flame
Kindled with roots of venom and rot

The funerary cypress
The owl’s foul plume
Toad’s spawn daubed in sacrificial blood
Caprifigs torn from tombs
Iberian poisons and Iolcan herbs

And bones, fresh-gnawn
From the jaws of the night-hound

„Nel cuore della notte scavò
e con erbe d’inferno legò
la voce dei vivi
al respiro dei morti”

Veia, with no remorse, did labor
Her spade carving into cursed clay
And there they laid the child
hHis head alone above the loam
as one who swims with breath but drowning

Vocatum mortuorum… et responderunt

Ashes whisper still
The pit doth breathe
And in the hollow dark they rise