Here it is: the land of serpent The garden of fire Blue moon soon shall burn as every night my vision is born Serpents are born by night here and everywhere without bodies like candles gleam you parlysed victim you will lie now and ever in creeping mass of blackened evil Bound by fiery chains salamandra's tongue you'll serve us forever Here it is: two crowns path red of yours my torture's thorns ... Poison is flowing down on your flesh as you drink black blood silver chalice in the gleam of creeping flames nailed to time, you become me and everything and nonenity .... Licking your wounds drink and you'll dwell in crown of mine vomit with fire from the throne's majesty the whole serpent garden I'll born the fruit of perversity open veins blasphemy and wings shall fall to blood wounded with a knife of night's aeon