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Twisting, turning

The fate of faith in thy hands

What is this poison thou dost offer?

What words invite me to thine shades?

In this chamber, yearning

Ah, what knowledge is eaten by moths!

From the feather falleth but hollow hope!

I can not take the gift of enlightenment

thou offer so kindly

I must drown, take a voyage

to the black beyond

I must give into the arts of the circles

I ponder: art thou, cloaked in crimson,

the answer to my everfading joy?

The liar doth embody a sanctimonious disguise

Through what object am I to see

the blackened rainbow?

This world is my tomb, my limbs - the shackles

Behind the veil of shame lies the key

What is this madness thou dost speak of?

A serpent nailed to a cross

Greet the grim dawn of a new age to come

By nightfall, shall gods and kings perish!

Greet the grim dawn of the crimson age!

At lightless depths shall new gods and queens rule!