As we are only a speck of dust in the greatest importance of being The souls of men rest in blood of theologians veins The pure spirit above the will of power One in the same
For higher power look internal Those who cannot must purish On the path of left hand journey Demons sought to bring you down Choronzon summoned unto you Insecure, your will is dormant Passivist, left in the dust beyond the strength of mankind Alone you are left to ponder your fears and turn them into tyranny
Ghosts of living souls intwined somewhere in reality Confessing to themselves their weakness turning into sorrow Bowing down with their head in hands Weeping for an eternity of time The pity sweeps across the land A disease contagious to us Immunity can be achieved by honoring your own thoughts To set a standard within and beyond the mortal creed of good and evil
Envision the dark skies as life preserving The mighty sense and strength of power is great and decadent Evil lies in weakness and impurity of heart Light your candles, chant your words, myth of magic be set free
The fatality of the weak-willed humans is to embellish themselves by assuming the religion of human suffering
Extend your will to fellow man and show him earned sympathy To pity him to sell your power for the weakness in you both Internal demons drive you to the earth Bound and chained, breaking free would mean to fight Accepting no pityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
