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Baptized in tears, cleansed by the twilight

Entwined as the path that leads to the left side

purple and crimson, fiery horizons

here Vama Marga ends and gets untied

Crooked as a limb in the tree of knowledge

dejected  by storms,  deformed by the aeons

left hopeless - no faith and no solace

we’re guided by prayers to deaf and dumb idols.

Raise your sign

over their heads and shine

an army non-divine

divided by fate.

Ratking, ratking, lord - why don’t you stop to sing

tremendous gospel hymns, praised be thy name!

My mind is wide awake

And time’s like molten led

A soul led all astray

on pathways full of dread

like weirdest childhood dreams

from early infancy

haunting  your soul forever

erase your memory

I drank the fire from the chalice of wisdom

I plant the spark into the heart of men

Adorn the blaze that caused  the schism

Sublime, angelic, tartarean

While I’m measuring daytime in sandgrains and memories

a murmur resounds through the ages recovering

echoes of beauty in total depravity

only mute vocals and syllables  hovering

All signs and symbols shatter

The mark of cain will rise

One hundred legions gather

To spread the plague like flies

In times of wickedness

When only wrath endures

Cold ashes lay like shrouds

And cover the impure.

Perpetual bleakness will follow the deafening sound of insect wings

As the king of rats raises its ugly head again

While you worship a crippled demigod with  poor sacrifices

Futile like all endeavour – nothing more to discover

Clenched fists in the face of the universe -

Father – here I stand stuck between

Mother – come split me all my seams

Father – I inhale your fiery breath

Mother – come guide me into death