Let me be the prayer
of the broken hands

The heartless betrayer
of the poisoned arms

I refuse to inhale
the scent that curses light
Let me breath as a stranger
while I close my eyes

Traceless pathways
A sanctuary
Embraced in darkness
I fade away

Conqueror of a thousand names
Conjurer, crowned in flames

There's someone calling at my grave
I can't believe that I'm dead
And all these crimes, they haunt my sleep
And all the ones I took with me

They drag me out from my domains
My nestments were torn off my corpse
And in a chamber, now below
Of flesh and worms, I've built my throne!

Repent
It's time
Synod!
In pain
Deposed
Abused
Possessed
In pain

And that sundown became, the sunrise of signs
Awaken the vacuum, as I opened the scars
To long for the void, to be part of the hole
Where semen break free from Al-ma

As I spoke these last words, I stared at the skies
With red eyes of fury and a heart painted black
One hand full with sand an one drenched in blood
The sea became clouds and dagger

And from the east a thousand came
Devouring down the spire
And from the west, a broken grail
Up from the north, towards the south
Revolting down the spine

To Reap Heavens Apart
With the cold winds, guiding my pilgrimage
Fear the return and the turn of the wheel
Impious Storm!
Armed whith scythes, leap!
Legions in anger

Inner centers
Raping temples
Vanished portents
Inner serpents

And that midnight became, The Awakening of swords
As the ways of the warrior became my return
One hand pointing down, as above so below
The skies became flames and hammers

Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
the wood that long resisted the advancing flames
which thou kept flaring, I now am nourishing and burn in thee.

My gentle and mild being through thy ruthless fury
has turned into a raging hell that is not from here.
Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted
the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering,
so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs,
while in my heart the stored reserved kept silent.

Is it still I, who there past all recognition burn?
Memories I do not seize and bring inside
O life! O living! O to be outside!
And I in flames. And no one here who knows me

And again with frozen eyes I draw the circle
And inside, the circle within
On a cane, the trembling of a thousand ages
To announce a painful release

And again in solitude I find the answers
And again, the source lies within
Mesmerizend and tempted, I've crossed the centrum
As I wore the crown of rebirth

As sorrow's growing under
As shrouds of mist through snow
Far from light, I wonder
As stars just fade away

As loud the scream, a thunder
As strong in thousand prayers
Far from life, a wonder
One star denies its fate

And from the womb it crumbles
As for the tomb it craves
The void that made us stronger
When times of harvest came

A falling stream no rising
In distant seven grails
And far from light, no wonder
A conjurer in flames

No sealed the oath, in darkness
Detaching time and space
Far from life and boundless
From all desires and veils

Cause sorrow's growing unter
While gathering the strength
And far from light, the somber
Still standing proud, unchained