Ancient dark and mad era’s gone Wise heresiarchs sleep in graves Something from what they’re freed Still remains and still enslaves They were blamed by saints of church For the doctrine that they clutched Anathema’s engraved on their names Their deals forgotten nowadays Many addicts write heavy tomes They use drugs and go to high spheres Damn the Rerihs and theosophies I accept only some ideas Like
We are ones in sea of darkness We are mortal material flesh Evil is around, no god to save us He created all by mistake and by false will Blackest Aeon Demiurge
If our despair is heretic, We would be the heretics Searching for some love from black will That is upon us controlling our lives We’ve already knelled down in front Of Almighty’s Tyrant’s throne We are ones who live in bonds Smile to Him and knock all doors Love is broken Hope is dead God is evil I have nothing to say We’re in prison Paralyzed Trying to freed our souls And sing our songs
At the end of dying era Last days of Osiris’s fish Horus’s eagle, he is rising Come to table, taste the dish Now and in your darkest hours May your eyes been wide-awake It is time to set your mind in Greatest choice you ever make