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Sabbath night
above the earth to roam
terror,
the thought of the unknown
the sky is ours, blood runs warm,
the dawn,
the fear of my death.
Under the eclipse
in the trance of sorcery.
Through the woods
soldiers come marching.
Imprison us for their courts
the sinners, beyond the law,
mournful night,
above the earth we roamed.
Terror the fear of the unknown
the sky was ours,
blood is running cold
the sun is rising, eternity opens.
Dark is the night
terror of the unknown
the sky was ours,
blood runs red
the dawn is coming
I die alone.
Darkness Beckons.
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Begetter of knowledge and wisdom,
oh seated God
thou, reflection of all chthonic,
thou, father of renascence, dissident.
Beacon of light, remembrancer of our insignificance,
breath the primeval life-giving urge into me,
thou, benefactor of opposing forces,
in a spiral contortion devour me.
Emerge...
As a harmonic dance of opposites
emerge from the states of existence
and give birth to me,
with a creeping motion vanquish the darkness
of the unconsciousness
and dissolve the sediment of my
unrefined soul.
Protogonus,
entwined in ophic coils,
levitating on an ageless dance with Demiurge.
Monarch, born from the remnants
of the creation of cosmos.
I follow your visions as a portal between
cosmic polarities,
I transmigrate in innermost layers,
and in ecstasy I behold
pseudo god's frailty.
We must indulge not in the delights of the matter,
transcendence of nous as a key
will redeem our question-hungry shadows,
it will unlock the essence.
I call upon the snakewielder,
the first-born and thrice begotten,
ineffable, obscure,
two-horn'd and two-shap'd,
Hearken to my voice!
Αs a theriomorphic spawn
towards the nebula of palingenesia
I ascend.
Εnthroned in time and space
in universe and antiverse,
Ι am your vessel.
Φάνηθι Δράκων.
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