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Subsequently to Tempter ov the White Light. Follow the light of the fallen' angel and its left hand path. For it is not in hope we find true salvation. It's in the bliss, wherein the chaos of love and death designs new meaning.

And at the crux of their dance, true salvation emerges.

Think not that by breaking bone

the flesh extents

Not nearly a truth is to be reached

My light erases light

And while your river freezes

As I speak these words

Pissing the mold from your crown

My third eye

As my cosmic jade

Shall blind my guidance

And lead me through two paths

One's below me

The other's inside

True inner glory

True inner peace does not ducking hide

Restructures of immense beliefs

Cuts godlike shapes into my mind

As Unversed prophets

like miserable thieves

Steal sanity with fake born pride

Shun 'em!

it's not by father nor by son

(But) Through death be born -

Through death be gone

In the sea of the self I dive

and drown and yet never so awake

Blackening  evermore

Hear heaven's gates roaring trembles

In their fearful foreverness

On my fearless flight

Oh fallen angel

My Anarchrist

There is only one above me

It is the self at rise

I scatter my dreams

Between the black doves of death

The birds of birth, decay and sorrow

And smeared on their wings

The black bile of my prophecy

Now they take flight

Heavily up in the skies... They fly..