Behemoth - Lam - Sözleri

Children of technocracy invoke synthetic spirits

Plastic crosses choke perspiring necks

MAAT - I cast dices, but curtain of future is still hermetic closed

Rise! Rise up my Soror, and you, my Father -

High! Towards the stars when the white fire

Which purifies and melts all false sacrament



Ashes' power equal thousands suns

Mysterys' structures are like chaos of known

Objectivism is subjective mandala of reality

Fractals - flaming spaces consume ego's order

Kaos Keraunos Kybernetos



Lamipsos

Illumination in the face of thousand faces

Gnosis obtained by descending into the tunnels of self - knowing

When thunders of ecstasy strike black waves of unconscious sea

I swim, float, drift, scream... "Aiwasss"

And barriers of self change in legion of escaping bats

L.V.X.

														   

														   



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