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Title: Heauton Timoroumenos (self Tormentor) Lyrics: by Charles Baudelaire No rage, no rancor: I shall beat you as butchers fell an ox, as Moses smote the rock in Horeb- I shall make you weep, and by the waters of affliction my desert will be slaked. My desire, that hope has made monstrous, will frolic in your tears as a ship tosses on the ocean- in my besotted heart your adorable sobs will echo like an ecstatic drum. For I - am I not a dissonance in the divine accord, because of the greedy Irony which infiltrates my soul? I hear it in my voice - that shrillness, that poison in my blood! I am the sinister glass in which the Fury sees herself! I am the knife and the wound it deals, I am the slap and the cheek, I am the wheel and the broken limbs, hangman and victim both! I am the vampire at my own veins, one of the great lost horde doomed for the rest of my time, and beyond, 'to laugh - and smile no more' (Taken from Les Fleurs du Mal, translated by Richard Howard) Heauton Timoroumenos (self Tormentor), Galas Diamanda mp3 download Heauton Timoroumenos (self Tormentor), Galas Diamanda lyrics Heauton Timoroumenos (self Tormentor) mp3 music, free Heauton Timoroumenos (self Tormentor) mp3, download Heauton Timoroumenos (self Tormentor) |
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