The Perfect Memory (Phantasm of Aura)

We are given the heat and friction of light
To moult in our delirious memories
Now we dream only in familiar depths
What in the bitter night speaks to us?

Three sepulchral notes ring
A phantasm of aura remains
The torn flesh ribbons of the absolute
Their presence like firelight at our backs

Absolution - the fateful pillar of reprieve
Threadbare faith in the cult of seven angels

Life free from illusion in the gallery for the angеlic conversation
Bound to be lashed by thе great white light

The stench of enlightenment degenerates my cells

Constellations prostrated to me until elevation
Ever-eager and all-seeing

Man may feel his breath one last time, quietly and offer no resistance

How pure, the shade of this premonition
How hysterical our thermal maximum
Tell me, what is eternity?