"Devour, O glorious pyre, thou who came straight from hell,. where pain is the seed on burning soil and the horned one reigns with flaming. hand...". .
[Conjurer:]. "O thou hidden laws of the realm beyond death,. thou who walked when the earth was pure fire,. and fire was the only light. in the shining darkness of the cosmos within..
Like a blistering stream, the black spirits still surround the planet. since the kingdom was in slumber, deep in the earth itself.. When the cosmos expanded again, the old kings awakened.
I am the bringer of war, herald of bloodshed and anguish.. I am the slaughterking of Satan, sovereign of the arts of battle. . I am the one who made the rivers become streams of blood..
The grim visage of the night. enthralls the vast silhoutette of ancient Rome,. where in his glorious cruel palace. the grand emperor resides in baptized blood..
In an age when the earth was born. deep in the black maw of eternity's void. I commanded them - abysmal creatures,. my minions, to prepare our rise.. Neither beasts nor human beings.
Inside the open edge. Just on the other side. Shot far to fly on by. For the best time of your life. Looking out across the fields. Of lost and hollow dreams.
Ruse of the snake. He bites again. Closing the light. . Cain has reborn. Greed in the eyes. Man has to fight. . Greed, ambition, vengeance. Vectors of avarice run through the years.
Incorporeal magnets pulling me from every side. Obnubilation tries to throw me into its vortex. Psychic whirl of thoughts feeding the storm inside. Threshold of madness, situation getting complex.
Mother holds the schemes of a life to be. In the matrix mind you will have to roam. Tripping over selective memory. Down a channel that runs alone. . Glass membranes give birth to atomic spines.
Always impress. Always possess. Cover the stress. Never depress. . Kiss and repute. Clean and pollute. Share and dispute. Deny the truth. . Don't be concerned.
When the heart as to defy the reason. You find yourself in a deep confusion. Reach the wisdom of the overself. Otherwise your mind is blocked and stray through blurs.
Leavens of fools betray the taste. Of all the dreams that I embrace. I have enough of all the waste. There is a faith I must retrace. . I feel my burst of anger.
A breach in incorporeality. An entrance to intensity. A passage to a strage immensity. Admission to intricacy. . Intricacy. . Life brought you in its galleries.
Hurt, oppressed. Smashed into darkness. Down, deppressed. You could not care less. . Despite the strains. Some hope remains. . Pain repressed. Suffering in silence.
One has to see what isn't shown. One has to hear what isn't said. One has to get what can't be owned. And then to live when all is dead. . Frustration is the guide of your actions.
His mind is the mold. Of fearful events. A matter of time. 'till it's reality. . The power to see. What someday will be. Visions of the future. Through creativity.
why do we suffer?. why do we feel pain?. why do we laugh?. why dow we sorrow?. . why do we live?. why do we die?. why do we seek peace?. why do we make war?.
Once a bad but tractable intent. Now a mischieving illusion. Once a malignant experiment. Now turned to obsession. . Insensitiviness of your action. Makes you want to quit.