Dementia
Ad Vitam Aeternam Lyrics

Between Heaven and Earth Stands up mankind little divine and not sublime enough.
Humanity exists in the space between the divine and the mortal, possessing some aspects of divinity but falling short of true sublimity.

Between the unreal and the material arises the incarnate man little iridescent and Hell bends down the persecuted little idyllic and to afflicted.
Humans are caught between the intangible and the tangible, embodied in flesh but also possessing a subtle, shimmering quality that is oppressed and tormented by the harsh realities of existence.

Between the alert and the war lets himself go the frivolous pioneer little brave and too imprisoned.
Amidst the struggles of life, those who are carefree and adventurous often find themselves trapped and confined, unable to fully express their bravery and daring.

Between Heaven and Lucifer digs his own grave the stiff little devote and too grieved.
Humans are situated between good and evil, and those who are devout but excessively sorrowful may inadvertently harm themselves rather than truly serving a higher power.

Between the volcanos and the waters some burning and drowning truth, perfidious and so disguised.
Truth can be found in extremes, amidst danger and uncertainty, but it is often hidden and deceptive.

The muddy inessential on the surface of consciousness, toemented with reminiscence of a life filled with bitterness.
The superficial, trivial concerns that occupy the human mind are often tinged with bitterness and regret, a reflection of past experiences that continue to haunt and torment.

Kind of dislocated puppet adapting to hearing whisper, the harsh scoffing of the imps there, teeming with our steps.
Humans often feel disconnected and manipulated by unseen forces, forced to adapt to strange whispers and subjected to ridicule by malevolent entities lurking in their surroundings.

Dearest Dementia, attracting all our dull senses, such a foul elixir... Rather than listening to the extatic hymm of the lyric nymphs and seraphins filling our spirit with delight.
The alluring but disorienting effects of mental illness can distract us from the beauty and joy of life, which is expressed through music and other creative endeavors.

Are we the mocked puppets of the evil ones of this world? Sure, it is easier to stumble than makind the filth better. Dare you cut those devilish lianas off!
Humans may feel like helpless puppets at the mercy of malevolent forces, but it is easier to succumb to negative influences than to actively resist and improve one's circumstances.

Let us raise up to the strings of the divine harp and may you be recked by the Eden angelical poet...
We should strive to align ourselves with divine inspiration and listen to the music of the heavens, allowing ourselves to be moved by the poetry of celestial beings.

Enlightened volcanos and water full of grace, in your mercy, hear my prayer... Listen to the cold dream of your life... From the throne of the dark, what a bliss to exhume the stiff! Carpe noctem!
Even amidst darkness and despair, it is possible to find moments of enlightenment and grace, allowing us to realize the true nature of our existence and seize the opportunities presented to us.

Between Eden and Hell raises the persecuted a little more idyllic and less afflicted. Halfway materials and unreal holds up the incarnate man a little more iridescent and less blind. Sursum mea terper orbem terrarum. Dementia...
Humans exist in a state of flux between opposing forces, but by embracing their more idealistic and imaginative tendencies, they can find a greater sense of clarity and purpose in their lives.