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Artist:Galas Diamanda
Taken from the album Saint Of The Pit by Galas Diamanda
Album:Saint Of The Pit
Track:Heauton Timoroumenos Self Tormentor
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:by Charles Baudelaire

No rage, no rancor: I shall beat you
as butchers fell an
as Moses smote the rock in Horeb-
I shall make you weep,

and by the waters
of affliction
my desert will be slaked.
My desire, that hope has made monstrous,
frolic in your tears

as a ship tosses on the ocean-
in my besotted heart
adorable sobs will echo
like an ecstatic drum.

For I - am I not a dissonance
the divine accord,
because of the greedy Irony
which infiltrates my soul?

hear it in my voice - that shrillness,
that poison in my blood!
I am the sinister glass in
the Fury sees herself!

I am the knife and the wound it deals,
I am the
slap and the cheek,
I am the wheel and the broken limbs,
hangman and victim

I am the vampire at my own veins,
one of the great lost horde
doomed for
the rest of my time, and beyond,
'to laugh - and smile no more'

(Taken from Les
Fleurs du Mal, translated by Richard Howard
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