1. FROM THE NEGATIVE VEILS

I dread not the fruits of thought
that await me in the aether.
The sugar, the vinegar,
the flood of quintessence.
To hide, dissolve, emerge
from quiescence.

Across the veils the I wakes,
and infinity observes
the Giver offer, the Taker receive.
Pure life awakened!

Upon each plane the time waits,
all dimensions never
halting transformation.
Pure form arisen!

The idea is the specter
crossing into matter's realm.
The silence, the summoning,
the ascension of essence.
To know, constrain, advance
with my presence.


2. HOLY AUTOMATON

Kyrie Automate.
Pentanointas theos.
The El, the Sadistic One.

You who come forth
with your masters
to be slain!
In the march of the cross.

You who come forth
with your monarch
to be slain!
For the lassitude of death.

Holy Automaton.
Dying god.

The drone subsides
to its interment with
the cosmos.
The bones
of their abodes recoiling
in the trance of Hypnos.


3. VIRTUE OF DECAY

Blume and musk, hazel turning.
Their low cloud lays a labyrinth for me.
Zephyr on the river.
Zephyr on the river, rising mirror.

Among uneven forestry,
even the worms of the soil
are revelators.
In wanderings unwritten,
my vision inverts.

The crow leaves its flight,
skilled blood stifled,
circling to the waters.
Five-pointed palm blossom.

Virtue of decay.
Descent of the condor.
I light upon you
in the invisible moment.
With the dawn of alteration.
In the morning of emersion.


4. RELIC RADIATION

Shade moves with the Earth.
Steller lights etch prisms
into the sphere of breath.
Florid scenes of birth
far older than Helios
tumble forth.

A star removed itself
to space as fingers darkened
running shapes
with coal upon stone.
Relic radiation!

One star removed itself
to space as fingers darkened
running shapes
with coal upon stone.
Its pristine, scattered globe
smolders from another sky's night.

My irises swarm
the blue-white mantle where abides
blood's primeval residue.


5. OBSERVING DOMINION

I have discarded my sight.
The lotus has spurned the crown.
My sinew wanes with Ashtoreth.
Crawling upon bloody limbs,
across the sweating oasis,
into the star of Nemesis.

To conquer the lowness
to which I suffer,
may I know the beasts of my mind.
May I be what I was born,
but more. May I sail
through the Fields of the Tuat,
evolved to perceive!

The aeons of me flourish,
though the vessels change.
The clamor in the bond of bonds.
Essence placed to its dominion,
upon the orb, breathing,
moving beneath the canopy:

Singularity!


6. HYMN TO LUCIFER

(Instrumental)