Friday, March 9, 2012

The Anti-Kosmik Magick



Dark mother of the endless sea
I bow down to kneel before thee
I shake and I tremble in thy sight

Companion to the ancient ones
Your darkness is like a thousand suns
Pain and doom in the light of the moon

On the steps to the burning grounds
I was lost but now I am found
No more shall I hang my head in shame

The ash and smoke take my breath away
And as my blood starts to mix with the clay
I tear these chains away

Horror and laughter
Cyanide and wine
Dark possession, my life is thine

On the steps to the burning grounds
I was lost but now I am found
No more shall I hang my head in shame

The ash and smoke take my breath away
And as my blood starts to mix with the clay
I tear these chains away

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