Turning around the abandoned rocks of damnation, under which the souls like cockroaches hide from HIS black light like worms crawling in emptiness failed to understand the Mystery they bear within Still blessed with altars, gates and their triangle-shaped keys through which THEY are invoked to take what is meant to be theirs rule again to fill their destiny, given in creation ...and such shall be OUR way as well
Blood-covered stones on the sides of the Dark river below Descending in the heart of the Sun, so cold and dark fields of living sun like burning ashes Manas chose the silent waters of Aeternum
Place the pieces of Original Gold over these mortal eyes, so blind already, to make way to my Immaculate Soul Hacked to pieces and tied together, dead and reborn through the Great Mother's work in the cycle of the Serpent of Eden, eating his own tail
Crucified between these grey stones of our sleep, so deep and damned doomed to walk with sacred emptiness within Stars above are bleeding light, the eyes of Perdition Dry act with all impure?
...and in my fall I shall reach the ever-shining Quintessence of the Black Sun, and in my mortal death our victory shall be perfect victory over this cosmic graveyard of stillborn souls To repeal, another falls - but what is that which stays still?
Words of the Black Gods who did cast the Blood and Iron from God's emptiness shall cast the wood and nails for my cross above the zodiac It was never meant for beasts but for a Man - Imago Dei for this race of infant gods for this blood of Angels amidst the holy union of God and Man
Reflection of the Bythos Above in below, Below in above... To complete creation and to end creation fields of living sun like burning ashes Manas chose and the Atma swept