Worship what you've burned, burn what you've worshipped
harkening to the voice of silence for the only word is silence and the only meaning of that word is not
ascension through fall into highest abyss cast me into the dark devoid of meaning disguised as bliss my searing flesh burning through thy kiss wandering on bottomless ground I followed the serpent's hiss
son of spirit thy tears to dust father of flesh thy will to stone
dreaming awake in constant movement may thy will break as heaven's descent I am you
I walk on divided water I walk through extinguished flames
to obey is freedom you glare at me in defiance and die for love is averseness and death and death, not averseness is love
Rien n’est faux qui soit vrai ; rien n’est vrai qui soit faux. Tout est le contraire de songe, de mensonge.
I am your slave I am god you are my slave I am god we are all slave we are all god
celebration of uncreation parturition of the unborn horizons are flowing through my veins as I drink your holy wine
ecclesiastical masochism in devoted betrayal I burn for love is defiance in sadism for detestion in love do we yearn
I hear your silence I forgot how to forget living on ashes I breathe not air but dust whining in deafness woman at my feet burn in these oceans of tears and shine in devotion
words are but the fuel, running the scheme of life's mine map ... are but the blood to cherish vipers in our breast ... are but the howling of solitude enslavement we burn all...
...waters to dust drown in liquid fire light of the frozen sun star at its rising watch the stars die today dying to live as below so above
enslaved by eternal freedom of a macrocosmical microcosm from where I do see everything through an eye that is closed from where I do know everything through a mind that is void salvation is the contradiction of everything we know that is