Arcana Hereticae

What fool are ye From zenith to nadir Through externalized purity Dexterity Sealed ye gates ov your own paradise Skakti, Kali Ma, Durga Ma Thou art pure in Thy sinistry For those who cannot see The Unconditioned One Creatix, Matrix, Devourer Thee who spits out sun from thy mouth In endless momentum, Kamala's menstruum On road to immortality We go against current to the womb ov Kali Through the mouth ov Bhairavi To the final dawn ov Chaos How come we're still alive? In these kingdoms ov filth When heaven's so abstract And hell is so real