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Revolution of Beelzebub

Helen

Hail! Hail gods immortal,

A toast for ye, in this delectable chalice

and a toast for the virgin of the seven portals.


A toast for Helen of majestic face

and to her I chant my songs

under the immortal colonnades

of her serene temple.


Helen, fill my cup

with the wine of intuition

Helen, pour within my glass

thy amphora of love...


Helen, console my painful heart.

I want to drink the liquor of wisdom,

even if it would add pain...

I want to inebriate myself with light and poetry

and to awaken in the arms of thy love.


Beautiful Helen, I love thee,

thou art the burin of philosophy,

thou art the fire of the arcane

thou art the amphora of wisdom

and the longed for fiancée of the wise.


The purple and the gold

of ancient Ithaca, I place before thy feet.


Oh Helen!

I place before thy feet the luxury of Atreida.

Oh nubile maiden,

I place before thee the Greek vessels.

Oh serene goddess,

I place before thy feet all the ancient citadels.

Oh beautiful Helen.


Helen, fill my cup

with the wine of intuition,

pour within my glass

thy amphora of love.