AΠO ΠANTOΣ KAKOΔAIMONOΣ (APO PANTOS KAKODAIMONOS)

AΠO ΠANTOΣ KAKOΔAIMONOΣ



We transgress the context of commonplaceness

We deny normality, trample morality

We destroy angels with sound

We destroy angels with silence



Currents of tantric anarchy seize our bodies

Into the cosmic dance of four scythes

The curtains of Absurd Theatre are raised

Synchronicity - Mother Chaos on the stage



"Wisdom says: be strong!"

Thrilling words are spreading down the spine

Vibrating... "be strong!"

Exhausted I'm running towards the last shines of consciousness

Which is absorbed by shadows of madness



AΠO ΠANTOΣ KAKOΔAIMONOΣ

AΠO ΠANTOΣ KAKOΔAIMONOΣ



Here are the star and the snake servants;

-they rise the hexagram

Sun - in the triangle hidden ; Sight - sacred visions entwined

And union with Nothingness body I'll find

Strength - go along the Mars path, fighting if we must;

Light - oh, you are Ahathoor, goddess of blue sky



There is might of dawn, in non-quality state I remain

Of commonness crippled time or sand - glass you don't see again

Sigillum dei, picture of myself I'm drawing

With life, venom and hell I'm sprinkling it

His name is Esial, I want him more