1. ON THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS

(Instrumental)


2. MY DEAMON

Do you know your daemon?
Are you sure to know yourself?
Have you even seen your soul in the mirror?
Do you know your daemon?
My daemon is sleeping on his back
On the back of the mountain of fire.
My daemon walks nimbly on a blanket of thorns.
My daemon eats my failures and my fears.
My daemon bleeds if I smile and enjoy when I cry.
My daemon is growing strong and stout.
My daemon knows no surrender and no stops.
My daemon is inside me.
My daemon is me.
Are you sure to know yourself?
Have you even seen your soul in the mirror?
Do you know your daemon?


3. THE CIRCLE AND THE CANDLE

Have you ever violated the sacred beliefs that?
Have you ever really confessed your sins?
Lower your eyes when I am next to you
Because you know perfectly well
That you can not lie to me.
Show me your soul, I want to lick her.
Take me and disturb my senses.
All.
Your god is killing you in a bed of razors
Your god is poisoning you with doses of drugs
Your god is abusing you
Your god only wants your soul.
Now.
Have you ever thought of being able to stop time
In order not to grow old?
Are you afraid of all that you can not understand?
You move only slightly more there
And you'll see the scents and the colors change.
Do not lie. Not by yourself.
Choose the protection of the circle
And the warmth of the candle.
Your god is killing you in a bed of razors
Your god is poisoning you with doses of drugs
Your god is abusing you
Your god only wants your soul.
Now.


4. THE GIFT

(Instrumental)


5. THE CHANT OF THE OWL

A dark reptile suffocates me
Extremes are immobile
They are fixed in the truths of two dimensions
Among them I am call to choose
A snake moves in a circle
Do not distinguish head from tail
Dimensions come together in circle
All parts comes back where it was already
Its motion is eternal
The truth dies
The guise of god lying at my feet

The chant of the owl is more intense
My will outline what forever
And that was the first property


6. THE PRISONER

My senses crave the pleasure
My slave satisfies them
My mind is thirsty for knowledge
My slave is the source of my knowledge
My soul aspires to infinity
My slave makes her eternal

My power has no space and no time
Because my slave has no space and no time

I can not give up the pleasure of the senses
I am a prisoner of what I know
I'm appalled by the endless time of my life
I command to my slave what makes me a servant
My power exists
Because my slave is my master


7. XVII FEBRUARIUS MDC

Quod fater Jordanus male sentiat de sancta fide catholica,
Contra quam et eius ministros obloquuntus est,
Contra determinationes ecclesiae circa peccatum carnis,
Circa transubstantiationem et sacram missam.
The black smoke obscures the sky...
The acrid smell fill the square...
The horror of the fire subdues the minds...