Subsequently to Tempter ov the White Light. Follow the light of the fallen' angel and its left hand path. For it is not in hope we find true salvation. It's in the bliss, wherein the chaos of love and death designs new meaning. And at the crux of their dance, true salvation emerges.
Think not that by breaking bone the flesh extents Not nearly a truth is to be reached My light erases light And while your river freezes As I speak these words Pissing the mold from your crown My third eye As my cosmic jade Shall blind my guidance And lead me through two paths
One's below me The other's inside True inner glory True inner peace does not ducking hide
Restructures of immense beliefs Cuts godlike shapes into my mind As Unversed prophets like miserable thieves Steal sanity with fake born pride
Shun 'em!
it's not by father nor by son (But) Through death be born - Through death be gone In the sea of the self I dive and drown and yet never so awake
Blackening evermore Hear heaven's gates roaring trembles In their fearful foreverness On my fearless flight Oh fallen angel My Anarchrist There is only one above me It is the self at rise
I scatter my dreams Between the black doves of death The birds of birth, decay and sorrow And smeared on their wings The black bile of my prophecy Now they take flight Heavily up in the skies... They fly..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
