Forsaken by hands under the pentagram Gathered by the Worshippers, sacred symbol bleeds, It is praying to the void truth The tunes echoes the song for my death, ripping me the armor, my mirror mask I've been listening the unnatural musick, seeing myself into the red eyes Among the goat beards From the sacrificial rite From the perfect flute From the water of Styge From the Omega Vagina From the entropic Alpha From the nameless one From the bless of moon From Eternal Silence From the Omega Vagina, the Death's chalice Sucking the menstrual fluids, burning in pleasure Spitting the darkened ghosts inside me against life's veil Buried voices claim the bestial sun and its returns Pictures in time, dusts on the hands of the Omega Chalice The highest moral's color drains the enchantress song to the endless light Darkness always prevails over light, the intruder through the aeons From the mystified graveyards, the sleepers has chosen, their eyes will not see Riding iron horses, the anti-human paladins spread bones and blood upon the altar of emptiness Claiming a negative storm for blackened souls to bath themselves in entropy The last musick played by hands under the shadows of pentagram Dead Trees embracing my body, frozen blood in my veins Chosen between the serpents, I am Singing the obscure notes in the eternal night drowned in transcendental symbols Borned from the poisoned soil, my teeth spread the acid Monochord The winds of Oblivion
Gloss: "In many cosmogonies, the ‘chalice’ is the meaning of life. In our text, it's obvious that it carries the sense of omega womb. Along, it implies the music as transcendent. The convergence of various pagan symbols with interior lift through musicality. It suggests an unique way that tunes the mind with music and math sentences. It uses allegories like the ‘Pythagorean Monochord’ and the ideas of the serpentine wise master."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
