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for the English speaking folk Scarlet rite In the ash of dawn a whisper is born The body like an altar, the skin like sin A name written in blood, unbaptized Night unfastens the gown of dreams Blood… Blood beneath the skin… Let night come to pass… A touch like a blade — slow, without guilt Breath tears apart the holy mechanism In the gaze burns a forbidden sign Between the thighs — prayer and fear Without guilt… Without names… Without light… Scarlet rite — in silence and blood There is no heaven here, there are no doors Scarlet rite — without names, without dates Love like heresy, pleasure like an executioner Scarlet… Scarlet… Scarlet! Scarlet! Rite! Rite! Blood! Body! Fury! Act! Blood… Body… Act… With incense smoke I fill the night Fate entangled by whispered commands Let symbols fall, let shame go dark Let the body learn to say: “live” Fall… Let the signs fall… Let the seals fall… Salt on the lips, a mark on the back Holiness dies in the rhythm of hearts This is not sin — it is naked fact God dies when the act is born Dies… God dies… The body is born… Scarlet rite — in silence and blood There is no heaven here, there are no doors Scarlet rite — without names, without dates Love like heresy, pleasure like an executioner There is no heaven… There is no law… There is blood… Unbaptized. Without guilt. Without mercy. Body — the key. Blood — the sign. Night — the witness. Unbaptized… Without mercy… Night remembers… Heaven — is silent. God — falls. Law — rots. Silent… Falling… Rotting… Scarlet! Scarlet! Scarlet! Rite! Rite! Rite! Scarlet… Scarlet… Scarlet rite — it endures beneath the skin In the prayer of the body, without the word “I” Scarlet rite — until dawn cracks When the sacred rots and the profane lives Lives… Lives in blood…