(O Fortuna! had re-gained popular attention when it was chosen as the theme song for the film, The Omen, the story of a child who was the Anti-Christ.
The entire performance of Orff's Carmina Burana is gripping and spine-chilling. I had the pleasure of watching it from a box seat the the Broward Centre for the Performing Arts back in 1999, played by the Florida Philharmonic (defunct) led by maestro James Judd--it terrified me so much I couldn't sleep for days!-D)

1. O Fortuna (Chorus) (O Fortune)

O Fortuna O Fortune,
velut luna like the moon
statu variabilis, you are changeable,
semper crescis ever waxing
aut decrescis; and waning;
vita detestabilis hateful life
nunc obdurat first oppresses
et tunc curat and then soothes
ludo mentis aciem, as fancy takes it;
egestatem, poverty
potestatem and power
dissolvit ut glaciem. it melts them like ice.
Sors immanis Fate - monstrous
et inanis, and empty,
rota tu volubilis, you whirling wheel,
status malus, you are malevolent,
vana salus well-being is vain
semper dissolubilis, and always fades to nothing,
obumbrata shadowed
et velata and veiled
michi quoque niteris; you plague me too;
nunc per ludum now through the game
dorsum nudum I bring my bare back
fero tui sceleris. to your villainy.
Sors salutis Fate is against me
et virtutis in health
michi nunc contraria, and virtue,
est affectus driven on
et defectus and weighted down,
semper in angaria. always enslaved.
Hac in hora So at this hour
sine mora without delay
corde pulsum tangite; pluck the vibrating strings;
quod per sortem since Fate
sternit fortem, strikes down the strong man,
mecum omnes plangite! everyone weep with me!
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About:
"Carmina Burana is a scenic cantata composed by Carl Orff in 1935 and 1936. It is based on 24 of the poems found in the medieval collection Carmina Burana. Its full Latin title is Carmina Burana: Cantiones profanæ cantoribus et choris cantandæ comitantibus instrumentis atque imaginibus magicis"

"Orff first encountered the text in John Addington Symonds's 1884 publication Wine, Women and Song, which included English translations of 46 poems from the collection. Michel Hofmann, a young law student and Latin and Greek enthusiast, assisted Orff in the selection and organization of 24 of these poems into a libretto, mostly in Latin verse, with a small amount of Middle High German and Old Provençal. The selection covers a wide range of topics, as familiar in the 13th century as they are in the 21st century: the fickleness of fortune and wealth, the ephemeral nature of life, the joy of the return of Spring, and the pleasures and perils of drinking, gluttony, gambling and lust."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CarminaBurana_

I lose myself in your orbitals
whenever they focus on me.

I want to bury my cephalic
in the crevice of your cervical.

I long to keep your brachials
around my dorsum.

You have
amazing scapulars.

Thoracic to thoracic.
Or our palmars intertwined.

Digitals tracing patterns
on each other's abdominals.

Press your oral to my buccal
and we'll see how this goes.

"O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis;
obumbrata
et velata
mihi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!"

hi, an illusion, a nightmare
shrunken ribs, heart a limp rebel
lungs the stagnant parents

moths in the gut, immortal
womb the failed garden
humiliation in étalage

******* the sacristy daughters
true worshipers of tedious
traditional values

hi, temple of the holy spirit
gaze into the weary stones
of the five senses, multiplied

ears buzzing bees, eyes the hive
nose a haunted house
dorsum a wildfire

kindling wood, spreading
villagers of freethinking
mind the silver shoes

wherever but
head, the great and powerful
wizard of oz

It's the thinking that hurts,
The cavity of x and y
Which drapes proclivity
In the way
My words work,
Almost Bro-
                  ken.

Slightly when spoken
From dorsum,
I welcome you
To the Stitches
Of other halves-

The part I dampen
More than antediluvian revoke
And- Anamnesis wrinkles,
Spitting essentia spirit
Until all I am is-
Eighty-six

ivory beauty...
simply: pearls,
when she smiles,
and then,
closes her mouth
into a form
of an unfathomable
oyster...

           skin,
as perfect as i wish
i too had worth
of possession of...

  black, ivory,
implies: pearl teeth...

  i could have travelled
to Kenya,
i did,
but then this scuttle
of pleasure,
appeared before my eyes...

scrutiny of the nose,
cheeks,
edges of jaw line...
        and the skin...
and she was,
just...
           dark chocolate,
illuminated
by the moon,
ivory, smile,
   no? no good?
no *******
               copper family,
no choccies?

it's called copper by arab
standard,
   mahogany by hindu
standards...
           and... choccie
by... eastn african standards...
lighter africans,
the further you head west...
tribal overlord,
sold his fellow creatures
to the fabric of the economics
of trade...
why would i ever have a hard
on for west africans,
when east africans,
in theri pristine depth,
were the original hard-on
intent?

         no this that
and the other...
    no... Brazillian mulatto?
i just loved the fact that
she was pure black,
in the moonlight,
and....
             drive me crazy...
      perfect, skin...
copper skinned arabs,
and some vague variations
of
a former mongolian invasion...
rekindled...

i repeated myself,
i'll get a chance to repeat myself
this parody...
until i'm the lost aspect
of upkeeping
any sense of sanity...

            also copper skinned,
like some philippines
     european ******
excesses...
well... with porcelain
***, indoctrination
practices akin to nazis...

happy ******* camopers...
last time i fancied an ivory beauty
was in kenya...
  and the subsequent next?
at a supermarket
where i bought bourbon...

                    you know,
ivory beauty,
choc skin,
which implies:
   beelzebub didn't take
a **** on my face
with the acne and maggot
feed...
lucky, come to 'ere supper...
  
******?
   inbreeding scrutiny?
the lack,
the loss of a protruding
aspect of the cranium,
i.e. the occipital bone...
          my concern?
why are south asians so
similar,
to africans, when it comes
to a loss of a protruding
septum?
the thai, the south-asians,
share
the same septum "paradox"
with the africans...
  the septum is "squashed"...
with the septum being, "squashed"...
the south asians share
the same charactestic
of the africas...
    protruding,
           exfoliating
   alar cartilage expansion...
  what?
i was already told what my "difference"
was...

a "flattened"
occipital bone...
so?
let's figure out the diabolical
differences of the nose, yes?
why are south asians
so similar to the africans,
given their similarity
of the nose structure?

   namely?
   thai *** afri-c'ah-c'ah...
    the flat bit...
known as the nasal "spine"
dorsum nasi...
if someone is going to
mention my
"under-development"
of the occipital bone...
i'll mention their own,
antithesis
of the protruding jew /
roman nose...

          thai... flat upper structure,
akin to the african...
and then...
the extended nostril presence...

what?!

    oh right... it's not racist
if its attempted against
the russians...
as much as i hate the russians...
i'm with them,
on the subject matter...
     **** it,
let's listen to some static X,
and turn up a berserker mode
of information transit;

        cue crazy...
now cue the "sanity" police...
ah ha, ha ha ha...
       aren't we all just
the sort of happy campers
that this world
is looking for?
   i hope we are;
nay,
       we always were;
always,
the "right" sort of
happy campers.