Na Arcádia Eu Estou

In Arcadia ego / Twisted the rose did grow / Sucked up the sap of this world /

Blood red the petals pearled / With some wisdom absurd

And outside these walls / The night took the rose / Bound it with moonlight /

And cut it up with the morning star

In Arcadia ego / A rose to drown in snow / A sepulchre by the sea / Marble to

slumber beneath / Lulled by a mountain stream

And outside these walls / The night knows us all / In dark woods wandering /

Detached of our soul

"Pour wine and dance if manhood still have pride / Bring roses if the rose be

yet in bloom / All wisdom shut into his onyx eyes / Our Father Rosicross sleeps

in his tomb"

In Arcadia ego / How fast the years did go / And how bitter is the wind /

Blowing from shores of Arcady

And outside these walls / The night knows us all / In dark woods the roses

grow / In hardship the soul

In Arcadia Ego

Na Arcádia eu estou

A rosa cresceu torta

Sugou a seiva deste mundo

Pétalas vermelhas como sangue

Com uma sabedoria absurda

E fora desses muros

A noite levou a rosa

Amarrou-a com a luz da lua

E a cortou com a estrela da manhã

Na Arcádia eu estou

Uma rosa para afundar na neve

Um sepulcro à beira-mar

Mármore para descansar sob

Acalentado por um riacho de montanha

E fora desses muros

A noite nos conhece todos

Nas florestas escuras vagando

Desprendidos da nossa alma