With fear at heart you exhale your life and down, down, down you'll stride Each impulse you've indulged failure wears your ring born a slave to wealth
Sensations of anguish swallow me whole anxiety drills its way to the marrow the quill I dip in the red ink impure to compose poetry by which they are
Burdened with no regret caged not by hesitation the time of departure is set with eternity's invitation Come death - the liberation free me from each
Vapours of malice and ill-will we breed up to the Astral Light they steam as hails of pandemia they'll soon return battering the race of human worms
Invite me or not - I will enter anyway resist me or not - I will sculpt you all the same You are the soil opened for a grain an empty canvas that begs
The source of splendour in forms manifold in whom the fathomless arcana turn aglow Eosphoros - The brightest heavenly eye each tempest of doubt His grandeur
From the primal sediment of Athor I've built and moulded this body thus, to the lower spheres I may descend to manifest myself before thee The rays
aureoles Spirit and matter, the balance and the battle polarity - the basis of all living and dead the dragon and the serpent, the higher and the lower polarity
