La Sphère [English translation]

The water to exhale the haunts of the Cerberi, at the end of their lips is punctured a little mystery IS etherent, bitter, wailed ephemeral Each hug removing a rear taste of death.

Probe into the sphere

of the immodest

enough probing the Sphere

who got drunk.

Slashing the hell or the vile killed the candor

The dolls in their glass-houses

behind the windows, the dances blend the dust are busily, serfs, to sell their chimera mounted, mounted, mounted, it will touch the bottom!

Probe into the sphere

of the immodest

enough probing the Sphere

who got drunk.

Slashing the hell or the vile killed the candor

My sisters have disguise the horror! release-yourself, release-yourself! The soul is vile, come on up !, come on up! Subtle Hands, take me away, take me away. Drudge Gains services Of this other who pass by me!

Probe into the sphere

of the immodest

enough probing the Sphere

who got drunk.

Slashing the hell or the vile killed the candor

• Artist:Kells