From the One that beyond thought is seated
Cascaded forth the drops of blood aflame
And this blinding rain of stars was greeted

With the abysmal depths of existence agape

The radiant sons of the blackest light

In the mirror image of Kosmos reside
With these tongues the serpents speak
With these lungs the serpents breathe

Still adapting to the poisonous essence
To the strong walls of earthly presence


The obliteration of our growing decline
Storms at the behest of Lucifer himself
To kindle awake the pyres divine

Smouldering within these carnal cells

Thickening matter with it's relentless hands

Flagellated the high powers into dormancy
But though bolted fast by the flesh of man
In time they shall restore full vitality


A call is upon the gods we hear inside
From their aeon-long slumber to arise

With these eyes the serpents see
With these minds the serpents dream
Swloyly surpassing the strict boundaries

Set by our narrow and weak abilities

The obliteration of our growing decline

Storms at the behest of Lucifer himself
To kindle awake the pyres divine
Smouldering within these carnal cells


On the great day the drops are rejoining
The vast sea of fire will be all-destroying

The stellar substance and the soul of man
In world's warm ashes as one then stand


The obliteration of our growing decline
Storms at the behest of Lucifer himself
To kindle awake the pyres divine

Smouldering within these carnal cells