Here...the gates to sacred perception are open
Demon, mighty Spirit - I evoke you, hear my chants
Ode to darkness and to the greatest of kings
His ancient orations are anthems of impurity
In the darkest depths of void all light dies
Exhaled my last breath - the portal hides envenomed worlds
A Christ made of skin - desecrated in his essence of holiness
A beast covered in crusts - embodied in slime and organs
Both reborn in wax - released from immortal soils
But the man seems the beast - and the beast...seems me
Theoreme of flesh destroys creation
Mystic consciousness as dormant vision of truth