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Man becomes his god, before the last grows cold

Shimmering in golden light, dead amongst all false idols

Behold the head of abandon

Eyes that stare and tell of revolt

Against the choirs of eternal servitude

And light the way to freedom

Through the studded gateway to morning stars

Flooding the depths of hope with blood as we march with haste to ancient lands

Stalking our sigil, a goat`s head lament, into the soil as a thorn with flesh

Embrace undoing

Creation reversed

So spake the oracle of demise

Anti-divine enthrallment

And the world dares to scorn

For aeons man has dreamt of the stars

And aspired to reach those gods of the night

Cosmic light has all but waned

On this night, like no other before

We are drawing down the stars

And the world bares the scorn