Illusion build of time
under the sign of the pentagram
lays the questions to the truth.


Ride to the altar of the third eye
journey that begins, where all lights goes out
entering the door of two kapitels,
where the black lion dwells
red sights stained the path


Surrounded by their power
blessed by damnation
candles begins to burn
there is no judgments
only words with no sound.


Have no creed for the unseen
I see, then I create
for Nihilism to come
God will be destroyed.


Build the inner self immaculate
then you’ll see between the shadows
capture the torch
and see the fire dance
worship the flames of their horror
lies have no forgiveness.


Old ghosts made flesh
bones dreaming with graves…
Then I hold my breath
Transmutation and strength

Ashes and wind
guiding the passage
blades of lions, shaping a new skin.
I’ll be waiting…
until the black sun rises,
for swallow my death.

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