Behemoth - LAM
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- čas přidán 8. 06. 2012
- Children of technocracy invoke synthetic spirits
Plastic crosses choke perspiring necks
MAAT - I cast dices, but curtain of future
Is still hermetic closed
Rise! Rise up my Soror, and you, my Father -High!
Towards the stars when the white fire
Which purifies and melts all false sacrament
Ashes' power equal thousands suns
Mysterys' structures are like chaos of known
Objectivism is subjective mandala of reality
Fractals - flaming spaces consume ego's order
Kaos Keraunos Kybernetos
Lamipsos
Illumination in the face of thousand faces
Gnosis obtained by descending into
The tunnels of self - knowing
When thunders of ecstasy strike black waves
Of unconscious sea
I swim, float, drift, scream... "Aiwasss"
And barriers of self change in legion of escaping bats - Hudba
your the best men, long live to you, thanks a lot fro uploading