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Turning around the abandoned rocks of damnation,

under which the souls like cockroaches hide from HIS black light

like worms crawling in emptiness

failed to understand the Mystery they bear within

Still blessed with altars, gates and their triangle-shaped keys

through which THEY are invoked

to take what is meant to be theirs

rule again to fill their destiny, given in creation

...and such shall be OUR way as well

Blood-covered stones on the sides of the Dark river below

Descending in the heart of the Sun, so cold and dark

fields of living sun like burning ashes

Manas chose the silent waters of Aeternum

Place the pieces of Original Gold over these mortal eyes,

so blind already,

to make way to my Immaculate Soul

Hacked to pieces and tied together, dead and reborn

through the Great Mother's work

in the cycle of the Serpent of Eden, eating his own tail

Crucified between these grey stones of our sleep,

so deep and damned

doomed to walk with sacred emptiness within

Stars above are bleeding light,

the eyes of Perdition

Dry act with all impure?

...and in my fall I shall reach the ever-shining Quintessence of the

Black Sun, and in my mortal death our victory shall be perfect

victory over this cosmic graveyard of stillborn souls

To repeal, another falls - but what is that which stays still?

Words of the Black Gods who

did cast the Blood and Iron from

God's emptiness shall cast the wood

and nails for my cross above the zodiac

It was never meant for beasts

but for a Man - Imago Dei

for this race of infant gods

for this blood of Angels

amidst the holy union of God and Man

Reflection of the Bythos

Above in below,

Below in above...

To complete creation and

to end creation

fields of living sun like

burning ashes

Manas chose and

the Atma swept