Come forth form your vestibule halls Into the last rays of the setting Sun Breathe Thy honor and favor in me Through blooming pillars of Laurel leaves
To the night! I call thee, embrace my dying prayer Unto your arms of moss and bones Through The Devil’s Garden a spine of thorns
I've longed for your blackened kiss… Pollinate my lungs with burning Rose hips Through trembling supplication upon my lips Consume me in roots and amethyst
To the night! I call Thee, for every sun must set The Devil’s blossoms are yielding Towards the first fire sparked in void Source of sources, the seed of all beginnings Behold a Heliotrope in Thy black salvation
Among Funerary Flowers and serpents coiled My blood is fodder upon your hungry soils
Into Thy ground, my fall for Thee I decompose in Ceremonial black earth I am the oracle, blood of Adonis Hollowed are these bleeding lungs Strength and beauty stirred within these eldritch flowers laden upon your alter Succulent chrisms, wines and tobacco I turn my un-retreating gaze towards the liminal light
I've become the changeling Roots, amethyst and the asps The flesh redefined in the ever growing Morchella
Into the night! I call thee, for the Sun has died I am yours, O sweet Demiurge
By you're blessings I shall inter your lifeless inner sanctum Against the blindness of men I am your phantom Lord and servant, shapes without form I summon to turn the The Devils Garden To seek her nature by his fired lantern
Come forth form your vestibule halls Into the last rays of the setting Sun Breathe Thy honor and favor in me Through blooming pillars of Laurel leavesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
