The gospel of Alpha's Omega
whispered by serpentine tounges
The embers that burn in the kingdoms forlorn
the fiery breath in our lungs
A pilgrimage throughout vast oceans of time
Volcanic eruptions of creed
treading the path of the serpent of old
crusade of the serpentine breed
Witches in trance, through the mist veils they dance
under a frost moon so pale
Riding the skies as the universe dies
clinging on to the snake's tail
Opening the eye of the spirit
so that the realm of beyond can be reached
The gates to the afterworld opened
the force of the other unleashed
Exploring the primordial mysteries
beheld through the eyes of the dead
gazing through desolate wastelands
with the welkin on fire
Illuminated by primeval flames
derived from the gaze of the snake
Feeling his flames in the blood of my veins
visions no longer opaque
The secrets of ages, enigmas of old
their mysteries scrawled in my brain
Thousands of cauldrons now glow in the dark
as black as the flames they contain
Riding the night winds with furious hate
through portals undreamed of by men
the nightmarish brilliance of eternity
the brilliance and blaze of the end
Atlantean wisdom and Thulean flames
traversing ethereal plains
The secrets of ages, enigmas of old
The blood of the snake in my veins
The boundless forever and ever
nothingness unbound and free
Riding on storm winds through thundering clouds
on death's wings over black seas
Witches in trance, through the mist veils they dance
under a frost moon so pale
Riding the skies as the universe dies
clinging on to the snake's tail
Spiritual rapture, the skyline's in flames
opening gates of the soul
Reaching for regions for mortals concealed
as storms of the netherworld roll
Riding the night winds to eternity
to terrains beyond time and space
Witches in trance, through the mist veils they dance
through portals revealed in the haze
Opening the eye of the spirit
So that the realm of beyond can be reached
the gates to the afterworld opened
the force of the other unleashed
Exploring the primordial mysteries
beheld through the eyes of the dead
gazing through desolate wastelands
with the welkin on fire overhead
