Contemplating Space and the Pearllike Miasma

Left and torn in solitude Exhausted, debased, lying on the ground Submerged in a thicket of wet grass, I look at the sky "Is this the result, the final taste of defying abrasive lie?" Astra Planeta! Astra Planeta! Phainon, Phaetheon, Pyroeis, Eosphoros, Stilbon! Gods, hear my cries! Intense wounds Lights calling my name Star to star, radiant scar The sign of wrath There is a flame untamed All the way to the horizon Will to live, carrying the weight of death Phainon, Phaetheon, Pyroeis, Eosphoros, Stilbon! Gods, hear my cries! Surrounded by triad From the limbo of hopelessness To the blazing warmth of angels We rise as a comet, back and forth Wandering, lurking in time