Walpurgis Nacht

Oh, Surtr, Giant of Fire...


Nothing else.
Don't try. Don't be. Say the word, pray.

Need to work on me and to give me a kick. I'm a fucking procrastinator, you know? .__. That's bad for me. And that's very tiring to have real problem with that. When I'm lonely, I don't do anything. I let time pass.

Fucking procrastinator.
You know, it's a curse. It's not like I don't want to be procrastinator ; I have difficulty (maybe I don't want, inside of me...? Don't know... I never had the courage to really see why I'm so lazy) to ride off this default.

Oh, Surtr, Giant of Fire...
Burn me.
Burn me.
Burn me.

Burn the dead and let the live renew from the ashes.

Burn me.
Burn me.
Burn me.

Inside my head, it's like a litany.

Burn me.

An echoe. You know, it's not like I hear it. It's like it punch me head, my skul, my entire being.

Burn me.

I want to suffer, I want to let something inside of me die, in order the rise again from my ashes.

Burn me.

Oh, Surtr, Giant of Fire. Father of Muspellheim's Ones. Black One. Burning One.
Oh, Surtr, Giant of Fire. Purify the soul of the corrupt ones.

Burn me.

It's my litany.

Burn me.

It's my word, my deed.

Burn me.

Let my cry for you.

Burn me.

Incantation finnoise pour la guérison

Extrait du Kalevala - Trouvé sur l'Alliance Magique

Ô maladie, monte vers les cieux;
douleur, élève toi jusqu'aux nuages;
vapeur tiède, fuis dans l'air, afin que le vent te pousse,
que la tempête te chasse aux régions lointaines,
où ni le soleil ni la lune ne donnent leur lumière,
où le vent tiède ne caresse point la chair.

Ô douleurs, montez sur le coursier ailé de pierre,
et fuyez sur les montagnes couvertes de fer.
Car il est trop rude d'être dévoré par les maladies,
d'être consumé par les douleurs.

Allez, ô maladies, là où la vierge des douleurs a son foyer,
où la fille de Wainamoinen fait cuir les douleurs,
allez sur la colline des douleurs.
Là sont les chiens blancs qui jadis hurlaient dans les tourments,
qui gémissaient dans les souffrances.