BardicTranslationRoughs/Abraxas

I enter the workshop, having cast aside reason
As one casts aside burdensome clothes before a night of love
My brain is naked and cleansed from pollution
I glow from inside, responsive as a slave,
Today I am ruled not by my heart, but by my hands!

On the breaking strings of my rage-torn nerves
The hook-nosed dwarves play their barbaric march.
I smash the mirrors so I cannot see my double watching.
The mirror shards seep crimson as they break.

Led by the bagpipes' nasal notes and the thunder of tambourines,
The dwarves bring steel vessels filled with red clay.
My hands stiffen and leap to the vessels
I would sell and betray anything for this minute!

As a blade does an enemy's liver, my hands pierce the clay.
I enter the dust so I may rip out the spine, the heart of the darkness.
I, a broken circle, will find my completion in this dust.
My double, hidden in the clay, I seek your hand!

(Abraxas...)

Taking your life, my double and my enemy,
I will be left alone in this world and the other.
The barriers of glass will fall before me
And I will be able to enter mirrors as I will.

Yes, I, a broken circle, find my completion.
My double, hidden in the clay, I have found your hand!

Fingers clenched tight, joints crackle
The spine shakes like a tightrope
I celebrate, I see victory near,
My double's hand has appeared from the clay!
A sudden blow - a dwarf strikes my back with his hammer.
The floor buckles and my double pulls me into the darkness, into the clay
My bones crack as I twist like an eel
Like a trapped beast, like a fish in the nets
But my limit is close, I weaken and fighting is useless
One last tug and I fly forwards into the crimson abyss...

I stand in the workshop, but the windows are on my right, not my left.
Deathly calm spreads through me like poison...
My fingers become clay...
My hands become clay...
My eyelids become clay...
My blood thickens and my heart...
My heart turns to stone in my chest....

My double has won.