Born in the Grave - Opera IX

The mournful sound of a bell, people in prayer

My body abandoned in the solitude of the wood, imprisoned

By the rags, compelled to suffer from the frostry contact with

The ground

In the unbroken silence I’m seized with shuddering

I turn into matter and then into dust

She flew up

An imperceptible ascent in the knowledge dimension

She penetrates the darkest maze of the infinite universe

My ignorant body will never know the eternity formulas

Uh, I’m still, She’s fluid.

I’m frozen.

She’s wrapped up in the

Warmest blows of knowledge, she flies free

The secret will be revealed to her… the ingenious one