[Lyric] May His Illusion Last Until Dawns Awakening (Schammasch)

He does not want human lips piously kissing Hair Scented by the mountain breeze
Nor his brow, aglow now like the stars of the firmament

But it is better to believe that while traversing Space
A star itself has descended out of orbit on this majestic brow
And encircles it with a diamond's brilliance as a Halo

Night, waving sadness aside, adorns herself in all her charms
To celebrate the sleep of this incarnation of modesty
This perfect image of angelic innocence

The branches bend their lofty tufts over him
To protect him from the dew, and the wind...
Twanging its tuneful harp sends blithe strains across the universal silence
Towards those lowered eyelids which
Motionless, seem to witness the cadenced concert of suspended worlds

He dreams he is contented, that his corporeal nature has changed;
Or at least that he has flown off upon a purple cloud to another sphere
Peopled by beings of the same kind as himself
May his illusion last until Dawn's Awakening!

He dreams the flowers dance round him in a ring like immense demented garlands
And impregnate him with their balmy perfumes while he sings a hymn of love
Locked in the arms of a magically beautiful human being

But it is merely twilight mist he embraces
And when he wakes their arms will no longer be entwined
Awaken not, hermaphrodite

Do not open your eyes, I beg you, do not open your eyes
Sleep forever. Sleep forever