Arcanum Mortis - Dargaard

Ecce anus in mediis sedens annosa puellis

Sacra facit Tacitae — nec tamen illa tacet —

Et digitis tria tura tribus sub limine ponit

Qua brevis occultum mus sibi fecit iter…

Tunc cantata ligat cum fusco licia plumbo

Et septem nigras versat in ore fabas

Quodque pice adstriuxit, quod acu traiecit aena

Obsutum maenae torret in igne caput

Vina quoque instillat… vini quodcumque

Relictum est, aut ipsa aut comites, plus

Tamenipsa bibit, «hostiles linguas

Inimicaque vinximus ora»

Dicit discedens ebriaque exit anus

Here's an old woman sitting in the middle of the halls

He does the sacred things in silence

Put three fingers and three incense below the threshold

Which short secret mouse has made its way…

Then she wraps up the enchanted brown thread with lead

And he turns seven black in the mouth of a bean

And that he fixed the pitch, which he crossed with a needle in bronze

The snake's head is covered in fire

She also drops wine… any wine

The other one is either she or her companions, plus

She drank "hostile tongues"

We have conquered and unfriendly

says drunken anus