I hear the languages of south As a dark angel accepts me Under her wings, With dry skin and soft eyes I head into oblivion Through this tunnel of light. My heart appears new and unaccessible In divine blood. I lived without victory until now But right here in the milky light Among monsters I thrive. I'm dying in joy. It's pure violence in my mind When I take account of the past I am handsome in my death, really beautiful Soothed by my departing soul. Shifting away I don't care As it is no longer mine. I have a vision and now I step on to the to learn The horrendous wisdom of life.