Hæðen
Inlustres sunt ei dies quibus
Conservamur quam illi quibus nascimur,
Quod salutis certa laetitia est, nascendi
Incerta condicio et quod sine sensu
Nascimur, cum voluptate servamur…”
[- Marcus tullius cicero, in catilinam iii.2]
Hλυπhaδeλφhthσxapaσeσtin
Donecmeflvminevivoablvero
Weaving the wasted waters of the world,
I hear the music:
Ainulindale.
Nothing could be more than walking hand
In hand,
Lamenting the later lords.
The gull tears my heart,
But let it be said of me: “…”
And “thus he spoke to me!”
O sinners, let us go down,
Let us go down, come down,
Down, in the river to pray
O sinners, let us drown,
Let us drown, come down,
Where in the river we’ll stay
I despise the land that you so cherish,
And I abhor the earth beneath my feet
Autor(es): R. Michael Cook / Thor Georg Buer