Lunar Mantra - Wealth Has Become the Shrine of Azazel

Formless channels of unending Thanatos,
Coursing through celestial veins;
Filling the Kapala of my soul,
With a yearning towards the ancient whole,

An eternal arcana of solar unity,
Eclipsing the cresent of lunar affinity,
Shadowed Pathways to the roots of time,
Ophidian Majesty – an end to duality,

Ingressing the current of Lucid Nightside,
Embracing the infinite, abyssal womb,
Akarmic void yeilds the darkest fruits,
Rise, tree of death, archaic tomb,

Oh! Sophias' Rays, Illumination cast,
In her shadow essence, Thantifaxath,

Shine! Oh Brightest Star!
Apophrycal scripture,
Embedded in flesh,

Atavisms incarnate,
Imbued beyond the second sun,
Sacrosanct temple,

The Light that is naught!

One once spawned of suffrance,
In the age, wrought of ignorance,
Eyes turned towards the horned Sun ,

A strengthening, wrought beneath the vessel,
Triangulum Ascent,
Ajna opens and brings new sight,
Sanctified Death!

The stars they fade from thy light,
Absolving the flesh
Tearing asunder these chains,
With ignious breath,

Rising above us,
We awaken the cypher of silence,
The Shrines of Azazel cast new light,
Ajna opens and brings new sight.

Where light does not reach,
And no life does grow,
Yet burning illumination
Sears this shell,

Liberation Harvest flowering death,
Life in our hands, We take our final breath,

Feral venereal waves,
Sweep thy lifeform asunder,
Removing the incarnality
Like sinew from ossein

Mankind was not destined,
To touch the burning Light,
With hands so frail,
But with sight of might.

And beyond the wake of none,
Lies the key to all parthways,
Between this ground and the void,
All Worlds open...