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I have an open wound, reminding my first youth

The youth that you took, I keep it bleeding

The blood is flowing free, as if from a spring

Where I can lay aside and drink from it



I am from Hell! Listen, heed this promise well

You cannot stand my light

My Apollonius flow of thoughts



My blazing direct words unbind your blindfolds

So that your eyes will open and see the truth

Children of the morn, at October’s dawn

Ladder of the gnosis, firelight of the world



Knight of the Sun am I, the Word made flesh

Through the seven spheres I pass

And cast down the stars to the Earth



Prometheus Satanas…

Prometheus Satanas…



I have a hell inside me

An ever burning smoldering flame

And I remain a child, forever a child

Last thing to be said for my first youth

It is embodying you, my image in the mirror



Prometheus Satanas…



And if I’m bleeding still

From the sacrificial wound

It’s for I want to keep the ageing child alive