The Prayer

All is made with human hands

Yet no laughter heard

But cracks on broken idols are smiling

When fire out-poured

Darkness became light

When you can't see Samael you're him

These words are silence, like all else

My Master, why hast thou remembered me

Kneeling at my altar of everything

Three gates below grant paradise by breaking it

Behold through me, for you are the Eye

Serpents crawl from older dusks

Soon hunting on altars of flesh

Knowing you I will become that prey

Which grows only stronger by its perpetual death

And when I will stand on the ashes

I Will see

I Will see the face of God

The edge of horizon who splits the night

Hearing the blessing

Of discordant choir

From the depths I call for you O' Lord

From the forms and names I reach for You

You are the blood and you are the nerves

You are the hands that unite in Prayer

"All of it consumed, fools gold turned to blessing

The wounds upon my palms, pierced by no shallow words

Still time to wake up, no time to look back, though"

No more waiting

Indulge on blood-baked bread

It's everything

From fertile ashes

Behind the stars

Of darkness

Of Master

For my time

I have taken