As one rope loosens, another then tightens
far too long we've been strangled and tied
this sick circle of shame must now finally break
so that honour may again walk by our side

Roamers of the path of many paths
now the hour has come for us to act
with inhuman hatred and intensity
to ram down the monoliths of fallacy

At the mass grave of religions man's triumphant age begins
the heartblood of these tyrants will wash us clean of sin
we'll stand among the victors through this colossal war
the sight of moving mountains is what we are here for

The ethics and laws that we deeply abhor
have left mere rust and rot in their wake
so each such child of the holiest of lies
together with their fathers shall be slain

The storm of rebellion will never calm down
in the raging hearts of the truly devout
so hold not a moment more thy fury back
for swords are made to cut and daggers to stab

At the mass grave of religions man's triumphant age begins
the heartblood of these tyrants will wash us clean of sin
we'll stand among the victors through this colossal war
the sight of moving mountains is what we are here for

Enthralling is the scent of burning shrines
and the sound of crumbling hierarchies
as after this disgraceful time
the true nature in us can once again breathe

May lips wet with blood to the world now proclaim:
at last the Beast if free and, verily, so shall remain!

In the chanting winds of this glorious black night
we hold the scalps of the crushed rulers high
without swaying a hammer or piling any stones
where once their towers stood we raise our own

At the mass grave of religions man's triumphant age begins
the heartblood of these tyrants will wash us clean of sin
we'll stand among the victors through this colossal war
the sight of moving mountains is what we are here for

Like puny insects without a destination
in the mud of Malkuth these bodies crawl
but our eyes are fixed beyond the horizon
where our sidereal thrones are towering tall

Silent is the call to splendour in man
felt by billions yet indulged by few
inertia and ruin walk hand in hand
in a world that idleness has consumed

Equality is the ruthless slayer of liberty
when those are beheaded that rise above
seemingly desirable it leads to constraint
and all such deception we must renounce

Just as beasts become men so shall kings turn into gods
life by life to slowly ascend towards the sanctum of stars

Ekpyrosis, you may soon swallow us all
but we shall not atone in your fatal flames
for our fate is certain and will so strong
that from your grasp we shall escape

Like puny insects without a destination
in the mud of Malkuth these bodies crawl
but our minds are freed beyond the horizon
where sacred words sound through cosmic halls

That which we yearn with force we're to take
for anything worthy is never handed down
it is the heart and not will that must cave
if you wish to touch the heavens unbound

Only in the abyss true godhood is forged
through sacrifice and pain our passage goes
thus the road to glory remains uncrowded
as the price for this is too great for most

Just as beasts become men so shall kings turn into gods
life by life to slowly ascend towards the sanctum of stars

We who were lifted from the moral swamp of man
stand with eyes turned upwards and ashes on our wings
arose we like titans in this immense heat of power
that melted into creeks the shackles 'round our limbs

The blazing light of Satan with passion we adore
as there is not an emblem of wisdom more sublime
so pure in its essence that a shadow it casts not
but penetrates the body and the spirit alike

Once marked as His own... forever we now glow

Our anthems we sing to the Sun of million forms
for it is by His rays that illusions are dissolved

Unharmed we'll remain by the virtue of our oath
though fangs wound the flesh and venom fills the veins

In this garden where we blossom with fully opened petals
the things long forgotten are those about to dawn
and the tips of our branches that stretch ever inwards
reach through the veil of being to touch the face of Naught

On the path of Boundless Life... death means not demise

Our anthems we sing to the Sun of million forms
for it is by His rays that illusions are dissolved

How lost are they whose eyes never adapt
to the darkness that reveals the treasures of the Self
how cursed are they whose ears never adjust
to the silence that recites the words we once forgot
and how dead are they whose hearts never react
to the forces that transfix all dimensions with their call

Our anthems we sing to the Sun of million forms
for it is by His rays that illusions are dissolved

Oh, old nightsky, how furious is thy ordnance
when the edge of the crescent cuts thee in half
I sense thy stare on my soul and substance
while the cape of Neptune conceals our stars

Inside a circle we form another out of flesh
awe mires with confusion as the planets align
gathered around him that bears the wreath
in the darkness that drowns s like a rising tide

from the icy peaks of Mery to the depths of the sea
all this shall be yours if you now hearken to me

Thevetat, the dragon among snakes
master crowned king with wisdom most veiled
with lips shut share us the legacy
the godly gnosis that twines about thee

Sense of power pervades each thought
as the pulse in our veins is quaking the ground
the patterns of humility are condemned to fall
by the arrows of spells shooting from our mouths

climb towards the roots of the inverted tree
for to rise above the angels is your rightful destiny

Thevetat, the dragon among snakes
master most august by foulness impaled
with lips shut share us the legacy
the godly gnosis that lives within thee

Indeed we are here to stride as giants
instead of crawling in the dirt like infants
may not our eminence be questioned by any heart
for we truly possess the means to rend such apart

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 its 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
slowly 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

Solely in Thy presence freely I breathe
set apart from the choking world of fetters

Forlorn will be each vain objective
butchered all ingrained penitence
release me from all that is illusive
from humanity grant relinquishment

The shadow of Thy horns will keep me cold
sheltered from the treacherous warmth of matter

I have given Thee my thoughts
thus them Thou Will and shall conduct
I have offered Thee my flesh
thus it Thou will and shall corrupt
my mind is the temple of worship
and body the altar of sacrifice
by will and devotion is hastened
the elevation above this mortal life

Heed, Father in darkness, unto my wordless call
and from mundade veils now strip this spirit bare
as with deepest obeisance in my pounding heart
I kneel before the scorching five-armed star

Responding the the unearthly vibrations
this ego is medium for the sinister
as prism to refract the dreadful rays
streaming from the Eyes of Chaos

Madly with the thirst of a deserthound
I drink from the river of satanic might
committed I am to perfect this crown
placed on my head by the hands of Thine

Thou have set me upon this path
thus it I will and shall tread forth
Thou have opened me these realms
thus them I will and shall explore
the rock I stand on can't be moved
for it rests upon Thy sanctity
each word of reverence I utter
shall pass my lips in awe for thee

Heed, Father in darkness, unto my wordless call
and from mundade veils now strip this spirit bare
as with deepest obeisance in my pounding heart
I kneel before the scorching five-armed star

The crack in the earth
between us grows wide
there's dread on your face
but certainty on mine

We differ in essence
like night does from day
I'm a proud servant
but you're just a slave

At the opposite ends
of the rope we are
you with blue lips
I with sore palms

This scene is a symbol
for the fate of mankind
future made flesh
a glimpse of coming times

That which from chaos surfaced
in chaos shall eventually drown
buried in the same restless womb
from whence it once crept out

Be it the most majestic mountain
or a leaf floating down a creek
both equally pulverized in naught
under the merciless cosmic feet

Prayers are but waste of breath
they fade into the roaring storm
and even if they reached a god
not one could match this force

As Nothing consumes Everything
the glasshouse of creation shall shatter and fall

Like Lamia lurking by the cradle
the Mother has nurtured Her child
and as the hor of filicide is at hand
She acts without a tear or a smile

Accept the nature of the process
its monumentum can never cease
bend your knee, bow down your head
give praise to this grand release

As Nothing consumes Everything
the weeds of existence spring up no more

From dream to reality
from frail to perfection
from extant to noumenal
from one and one to none

As Nothing consumes Everything
no matter how sacred, all life must end