Cultivating the logos under the shroud of death
An epiphany writes itself such as bloody remembrance
Beholding two rivers, an arrogant choice
Immerse yourself in an indulgent oblivion
Or carry the burden of earthly saga

Learning on the gold plates
To drink my own black

Forsaken by hands under the pentagram
Gathered by the Worshippers, sacred symbol bleeds
It is praying to the void truth
The tunes echoes the song for my death
Ripping me the armor, my mirror mask
I've been listening the unnatural musick
Seeing myself into the red eyes

I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible Force
Who dwellest in the Void Place of the Spirit
Tis the Lord of the Gods
Tis the Lord of the Universe
Tis He whom fears the winds
This is He, Who having made Voice by his Commandment
Is Lord of All Things, King Ruler and Helper

In Samaria eyes desired the sacred paroxysm
A wizard theurgist hungry for knowledge
Seeking his line of connection with the cosmical whole
Developed a conscious level of perception of different states of matter

An avant-garde alchemical one
His silver and gold sounded like

The tail of the hungry serpent
Inside the globe, it guides those who deny the surface
Sons of Elohim, giant ones housed below the ground
The blackened mist flies free in the heart of existence
Anunnakku spread semen on mortal's vagina
The Lord of the lamentations
The Lord

In its corridors, an axiomatic statuette about the death receives you
The smile of death becomes itself the door of the final revelation
Only way for rest of this meaningless life
No God remains here
Faith does not enter in the abode of the dead
Congregation of skulls chant t