The wisdom of evil I sensed breathing the darkness Of the dimensionless abyss The place of non-existence
Until I saw the horns By whose sign I denied The triple illusion of man And slayed its three symbols
I inverted the paths The steep one of them Is that of the two faced king And the one which I walk
Ancient goatsteps on the soil His mark on the gate to the kingly path's end Goatsteps lead into timeless chaos I'll return with the wisdom of the shadows
The crossing of these paths hides a threshold Which is guarded by two horned beasts
In truth they are one beast And their magickal number Is that of the King of the abyss The crossroad is named "DEATH"
Darkness and silence obsess The oldest entities older than time Chaos their son slays the mind And in DEATH lies magickal wisdom
I will kill what I called myself and wear your mark as my eye And wear your horns as my crown I return, goatsteps behind my steps...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
