Decessit Vita Patris

The Gathering:
[The Lonely father] “It’s getting bloody, stop moving around” His life is fading away
[The Lonely father] “You will die, just give in – face the end” Lifeless, mangled – his body gets numb Lethal injection, those haunting blue eyes:
[The Lonely father] “My son’s eyes!!!” Carving them out. The dead need no sight And thus his flames have been fed.
Lamentation of the lonely father:
[The Lonely father] “And it hurts, I grieve With one path to relief But guilt weighs more than I could ever conceive And it hurts, I despair Finding solace is rare My deeds are the hair-shirt I constantly wear”
Funeral hymn: In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni.
The patching of corpses:
Limb after limb, Corpse constructed anew. [The Lonely father] “At last, it looks like my son”
His pale skin and blue eyes, rise my child Constructed and born of nine usurped lives Fatherless, innocent, nine little lambs Dis-mem-bered! Patched them together, the vessel I crave Follow the light, acts you cannot amend
Lamentation of the lonely father:
[The Lonely father] “And it hurts, I grieve With one path to relief But guilt weighs more than I could ever conceive And it hurts, I despair Finding solace is rare My deeds are the hair-shirt I constantly wear”
A dialogue with the dead:
[The Son] “Please take me home Please take me back from here I will never rest in peace… Father, I need you!”
[The Lonely father] “Here is a vessel, my son I carved these eyes, for you Please breath and live, again My only son, rise anew!”

Solo: Zorn

Evocation of the dead son:
The door cracks like thunder.
[The Lonely father] “Is that you my son?” Signs from the greater beyond?
[The Lonely father] “Please enter, embrace me, come my child!” “Let me caress you and all will be fine”
[Officer of the Law] “Bring down this damn door… Seize that insane man!”