Last act of extrication has been done Horseman of the lightning traveling towards the highest mountain peaks You shed the heaviest of the shroud in the most beautiful night Now your attire is clear...
He have heard once about The Crock of Gold And he decided to get it He knew that his aim appears once a year In the most beautiful night of old creed He sacrificed whole life for it He forgot about...
Altars in the flames I'm running through the woods I'm running away from the evil Hanged fellows around me I se the crows eating their eyes I se the venom which was poising the earth I felt on my face...
This is my soul, fallen angel pushed into the night. A star in the darkness ocean of enlightenment in the world without god Silent ocean of truth - human, god, beast master baphomet... His taste fills...
Carriage embossed in ice Carried by white death's horses Proudly goes through My clear tears Which are her road In the journey to the stars When longing dies Echo of mind disappears Last star's...
Lie down in my mind thunderous King Pure reality... Satan! who create youself Divine man filled by the light of will Impassive, pedatory Resting in every time of existence ...Take flesh from My flesh...