时间：2004-10-11
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Hearse - shaped basins of darkest matter - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows (永恒沉睡)
On the left side again
Black fish are being bred -
Cultivated in vast amount
Harboured by enormous tubs
All of them made of glass
They are resembling massive moving planes;
One of these even has
The shape of a gigantic hearse -
Could this be some sort of restaurant perhaps
Oh stupid boy won't you turn around
Don't you hear the sound
Of the tocsin ringing in the air
Climbing up the slope of stairs
Taking two steps at once -
The vats are rising as he gets higher
Growing steadily now on both sides of the path
Visciously filling up every space
Only a few meters away from him -
They are joining above his head
Like an archway they are building
a passage;
Through its transparent walls he can
See the black fish moving:
Like a tunnel all organic and dark
A black mouth waiting
Veiled in hungry architecture
Quite perfectly disguised -
Yet (t)his premature entry would be
(entirely) unauthorised
Oh stupid boy turn around
This place is most unhealthy ground
Don't you hear the sound of the
Tocsin ringing in the air
