Alone we writhe in the teeth of the One
There's said be none
No one alike - Leviathan

The civilised firmament of the west
Celestial bodies
Of every woman, man, and child

Every spasm of ill fate
Being star-engraved
And life a cogwheel's step

Theyr watery

De Profundis
Stella Matutina
Lux Luciferi
Qui tollis... qui tollis
Peccata Mundi

You fall before your idols and say you kneel to pray
Arms spread wide in all idleness we watch you sway
Comforted in winds of petty wickedness you wish to hide
From yourself, from your kind, from even lower forms of life
As from your divided divine

But who art thou, lu

Have I seen the darkness nest
Hearken at my nightmares rest
'n closed my eyes as black, reflects
But the worst is yet, to, come
For the forgotten one...

Kin intestate, now it is too late
Sharpen edge, of my hate.

Bloody heritage, tainted
Within me without you

Sweet aroma of peachy skin and strawberry pulp of ecstasy
Fill the fruitarians in paradise of Eve

She's betrayed by her jealous and self-willed god
Sacla is his name, misaddressed is, he the lord
The creator, sole and mighty craftsman - Satanael
Her pain, her master - for e

Deny frustrations
The past, where the present slowly lives
The drown, we lived awaiting for,
passive, to the shadows, a barrage only.

As the serpentine path way straightens,
does the wind follow one?
We're howling on, in half-light
The unknown, and the formless, ste

Lazarus, wake up from your mortal sleep
And walk once more by his side, Magi adorn resurrect, but now forlorn.
They only think they know his kind, they think he's one of a kind
But had he brought by him the doom, had he brought another flood
This bright morning star is a son of g

Many ways of world-making they have conceived
I know there is a word... and a name for everyone
I used to know yours but no longer
Is reality held in check as I have heard
By its hard actuality... we relate the truths and lies to
I used to know yours but no longer.

No m

What forms has life forseen fit to decline
On the long and winding path of evolution
Look at an ammonite discovered.
It doesn't weave nor does it reap
Who drove you to mammal-trampled earth
Washed ashore hid in lava-rock.
In homo sapiens species what is, this much indispe

They are seven...under depths of the ocean
They are seven...in the shining heavens
They are seven...

Who expels the doubt if not the progenitors of science (crafted in half-light)
Or is it their archontic nature
True to the eyes, to what you know that you'll find certain

Below the nightly ocean, glowing bright needle-eyes, in black vaults above us
Above the secretive dark, hovers not unlike the depths, of directionless pressure.
Here in between we falter, fear to recognize a mark, left by the ancient ones
Were they truely forever, or ever but a dream