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I call the sons of cosmos, stigmas of a powerful past,

That fulfulling  my desires feed my whrat.

Ancestral art, of heathen sages, a legacy for eternity.

Like a cult of black sun god,

Full of wisdom power an chaos,

I offer you my blood.

Ancestral art, of heathen sages, a legacy for eternity.

By the essence of alchemy, i conjure you songs,

Oh glorious king, astral light of full truth.

The storm overwhelms me, in rites of necromancy

On a path of no return.

Full of magick to know, twelve rays that i will use,

As a complement to feed my being.

Ancetral art of black sun (x3)