They breed in shadows of the moon.
Unlocking gateways in my mind.
The ghosts that sing of Devils,
Their music so divine.
The dark comes, as does my trance.
Born of the witching hour.
From forbidden shores I watch
The frail earth that time devours.
In the crevice of two worlds,
I see no distant light.
Nor the guiding hand that leads the fools
From the treasures of the night.
Who stands before me?
O nameless ones -
May your truths be many, and your impotence none.
The hidden sphere that burns the heart,
Forged by the whores of Babylon
Bringer of god's lament,
Unveiling gnosis that is shunned.
The deep red calls me now.
Through its crimson eyes I see.
I wander, but have found
The one who lives through me.
Father of desires, mother of all lusts -
Pierce these eyes so I can see beyond.
Within the swarming shadows
Live those who roam the void.
Shapeless and unbound,
Cursed forevermore.
What flows within me?
O formless ones -
Burn the illusion - All to none.
As night falls, the spirit aligns.
Drift on towards the hollow,
The in-between of time.
The ever burning flame,
In the depths of yearning hearts.
The revealer of truths concealed,
A passage through the dark.
The voice that calls seduces me
To walk with fire, with the cursed ones.