Le Grand Guignol - Finis Coronat Opus lyrics

Why... Am I as naught? Would I solely be ... ... a mere collage of regrets? Fierce melancholy, let me dare A journey to the epic within To all known pleasures and pains So would you guide me through my frescoed halls To gaze and to see what I could achieve? Let me marvel at myself as the absolute entity And carry me towards the pinnacle of knowledge My sweet child, of course I could... Although there's one thing you ought to heed Your most squalid sense shall be what I need Is that it? Nothing more? Hahaha ha, so take it from me! I choose your sense of hearing, my son As the key to your ever-verdant plains of wisdom And now betake yourself to experience majesty, hihihi Chaos distilled to a unity Impressions reduced to the fantastic I vex the gods' minds with my intelligence As I perforate the hymen of Great Alma Mater I am god - only one - ever was – and ever will be! Pitiable little imbecile, audacious and avid, If you could only listen to your equal precessors, Intoning wildly in delight: Ave Mater, Morituri Te Salutant Imbellicus Animo Creatio Ex Nihilo Cursed be my sonic reminescence! Has the leader of this pas-de-deux Been myself or treacherous you? The affection I bore you was unreturned – ama et fac quo vis Awed by your beauty and deafened by harmonies – non omnis moriar... Phrenesis Puer Ab Alma Mater Est I beg for being whole again, I pine for being sane again... Hear me....? Acta est fabula