Him that is fallen, the physical sun

Progenitor of the devil, serpent of time

Adjustment at the will in Teloah we are alive

And in darkness enabled to being-becoming the one



Death, the final release

The dragon spreads his wings

Telocvovim

Death, the friend with loving arms

And claws to rend this world apart

Telocvovim



A cycle of cycles, always alone

Yet never lonely, at the bed of a harlot

Tiphereth, Saturnus, whom aeons begot

Another time a stranger, let him be known



Death, the final release

The draongs spreads his wings

Telocvovim

Death, the friend with loving arms

And claws to rend this world apart

Telocvovim



It was you who heard the Seraphim sing

While I rode the sharpest banshee sting

A toll of hellish might

But whose is the nobler power to clain?

The one light-hearted or of the darkest fame

Alas, for both are but pawns in a cosmic game

Regardless of the aim of their flight



A luminous spear brought new light into my blinded eyes

He lives in all of you



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Death, the final release

The draongs spreads his wings

Telocvovim

Death, the friend with loving arms

And claws to rend this world apart

Telocvovim