I light the candles of my sorcery
The blood is on the altar
It flows from the sacrificed
And fills the bowl to the top
The visions of the ones
That are impossible to call
Gash through the mysteries
That was summoned by me
The steps of vicious Apocalypse
Beside the gates of Armageddon
Where the death tears its mask
And I see its triumphant smile
On the cold damned face
This is my triumph too
I am the keeper of the key
I left the future and abandoned
To the unknown
The gates are opened
The visions of the ones
That are impossible to call
Gash through the mysteries
That was summoned by me
Beyond the nature
Beyond the understanding
Somewhere it evilly opens the maw
From which it discerns the hollow
In the expanse
On the both sides of goodness
And evil
You can't confront it
It's out of the understanding
The top of creation or creator
Wrathfully throw in the time
The billows of the poisoned unknown
Darkness and cold
There is no light
There is no words inside this thought
To stop the time means
To live with it
The space opens the gates
Straight to Algol where its clack light
Burn the rest of life. The wind of my
Glide to the purgatory
I am here face to face with the unknown
Here is the key to Apocalypse!
The soul is wiped
By the asteroids of lie
To find the way is the fate
Of the powerful race
Gliding to the top of awareness
Fall to the pit of unknown
Where's the end of the way?
The endlessness and darkness
Are in front
There is no comprehension of belief
It was not borne here
The triumph of the powerful race!
Goodness,
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