After all my efforts to rid the demons away
Since learning by science where to address God
By doing the good deed and being the bitter spice
Knowing the meaning of a heaven and a hell

We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers

The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery

No one thing matters more than one another
Chaos ever on for eternities to pass
Mankind is but a monstrous mischief of the great show
Nothing greater, nothing smaller, but all things wholer

We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers

The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery

The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery

I've crawled down graves so deep
Climbed the ladder of light
I've kissed the cross
Then broken it in halves

God speak unto me
Be you angel, be you beast
But come unto me
Clear the path, rid all doubts

But read my soul please
I don't know who you are
Am I but another fool
Or am I speaking to a god now

God speak unto me
Be you angel, be you beast
But come unto me
Clear the path, rid all doubts

This is my sacrament
My ever going strife
This is what I cry for
What's my purpose
Am I a gatekeeper
For black holes and chaos
Or the herder of souls
Like Buddha

God speak unto me
Be you angel, be you beast
But come unto me
Rid all my doubts

When you beg and pray
Crawling and slithering in mud and clay
And you cry blood when you say
Why, where did I from thee stray

Do not stand alone
Come join our ranks

Surely no god is there for you
The universe is empty all through
For this riddle you lack a clue
In the fall there is nothing you can do

God seems to have left us
The world is ours thus

So rise up, o ye lost ones
As one we will claw the clouds
Rise up, the forsaken and dethroned
A legion wronged, to claw the clouds

When you beg and pray
Crawling and slithering in mud and clay
And you cry blood when you say
Why, where did I from thee stray

God seems to have left us
The world is ours thus

So rise up, o ye lost ones
As one we will claw the clouds
Rise up, the forsaken and dethroned
A legion wronged, to claw the clouds

So rise up, o ye lost ones
As one we will claw the clouds
Rise up, the forsaken and dethroned
A legion wronged, to claw the clouds

The great breach of the free will
The most feeble of deeds
For what was violated, and was done
A righteously cruel and sadistic punishment must come

You are weak and you disgust me
I dream of a world where all of your kind are dead

No forgetting what you have done
No forgiving, you are branded with a mark you won't get rid

With rusted unsharp instruments she will cut you, slow
With hundreds of nails and spikes she will hammer you to the wall
With thorns and barbwire she will caress, and dress you
With a plastic bag over your head she'll take your breath away

You made yourself unworthy to walk among us
Try to hide, we'll h(a)unt you down

For the ultimate sin you will bleed
And the world will hurray your departure

You are made of shit and piss
I want to purify you in a pool of your own blood

No forgetting what you have done
No forgiving, you are branded with a mark you won't get rid

With rusted unsharp instruments she will cut you, slow
With hundreds of nails and spikes she will hammer you to the wall
With thorns and barbwire she will caress, and dress you
With a plastic bag over your head she'll take your breath away

In the minor of deeds
In the small gesture rather than the gods' pose
In the small choices
Not seen in those clad in grandeur

This is where our greatest battles either be won or lost
For as gods' we are, we do gods deeds by our every breath

For as gods we are willed to be
Lest ye reject a kingdom for a hell

Rise the crown on a straight back
See the lotus unfold for you
You may be amongst us
But never against us

We bring no salvation or heaven with us now
Only a choice of will, being not enemies, nor allies

For as gods we are willed to be
Lest ye reject a kingdom for a hell

This is where our greatest battles either be won or lost
For as gods we are, we do gods' deeds by our every breath

For as gods we are willed to be
Lest ye reject a kingdom for a hell

Burn away the winter's frost
Cast down the veil of grief
Turn away from what's lost
Rise up from that grave so dark

Rivers of divinity in which to drown
The whitest of light burning my eyes

Shattering ice, my blood is warm again
The springrise, I'm this world born again

Whispering words in the wind
Roll away towards the horizon
With the staff I draw the sign
And a world dead comes in bloom

Rivers of divinity in which to drown
The whitest of light burning my eyes

Shattering ice, my blood is warm again
The springrise, I'm this world born again

With the staff I draw the sign
And a world dead comes in bloom

Shattering ice, my blood is warm again
The springrise, I'm this world born again

I made the posture of EIXI
I drew the sign of the southern tower
Awoke in a distant sea of purple and bliss
In a far off corner of a world close, still afar

The stroke of God's hand upon my brow
A subparticular caress of the universe
As in a fevery dream I meet a greater reality
I took hold of time, by a note in minor b

A ladder of light, seen not by eye but mind
Appearing before me in this grandeur rite
I splinter the frosted web of time with the cup
I leap forward into a history ancient and bygone

In the palm of my hand I read of God's creation
And in my spine I felt its end

An ever raging pool of unpredictability
I dived and swam on the back of a whale of white noise

In the palm of my hand I read of God's creation
And in my spine I felt its end

There's got to be a reason
There's got to be a meaning
For all this effort marked
By centuries of questions and doubts

I was blinded, turned deaf to speech
My hair turned grey, my flesh a rot
Every thought stillborn and my soul turned bliss

For I know nothing
The gods resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned anything

All this pondering, it's made me sway
All this to make out the one final question

I was blinded, turned deaf to speech
My hair turned grey, my flesh a rot
Every thought stillborn and my soul turned bliss

For I know nothing
The gods resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned anything

In dark and lonely hours
I sought to find the heart of our creation
Never could I dream of what
I found by the greatest hexagram

For I know nothing
The gods resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned anything

The thesis of God, the search for Magick
Made me at first seek, then bow to a truth I didn't want to know

For I know nothing
The gods resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned anything

Do I quest to choose the ending of life
Go I by the stars in my microcosmos

I believe in me
The I and You
I believe in Will
The atoms of God

Are we running downstairs
With gravity upside down

I believe in me
The I and You
I believe in Will
The atoms of God

When I kill either You or I
Will it hurricane, will it starve the world

When I make love to them
Am I then the dashboard of gods
Or is hope of change
But a sweet illusion

If I change, do I still remain no different
Twisting and burning in the House of Gods
Will they be set ablaze or remain their silent gaze
Is the stage already set for the labyrinth-running rat

I believe in me
The I and You
I believe in Will
The atoms of God

There ain't no love in this heart
No love in this chest of cramp
Cramping caused by lack of breath

The horror of being alive in a world dead
The pain of all love turned into losses

When surrendering everything
Certain no god ever heard your prayers
A line was crossed

The horror of being alive in a world dead
The pain of all love turned into losses

Satan heard you well
He'll make a heaven out of your hell
One lone star to guide that path
The clandestine for but a few

The horror of being alive in a world dead
The pain of all love turned into losses