Lam (Live) [Bonus Track]

Next we're gonna take you back in history

Ten years

Satanica Record

We're gonna speed up with a track called Lam

Children of technocracy invoke synthetic spirits

Plastic crosses choke perspiring necks

MAAT, I cast dices but curtain of future is still hermetic closed

Rise, rise up, my Soror and you, my Father, high

Towards the stars when the white fire

Which purifies and melts all false sacrament

Ashes power equal thousands suns

Mystery's structures are like chaos of known

Objectivism is subjective mandala of reality

Fractals, flaming spaces consume ego's order

Kaos Keraunos Kybernetos

Lamipsos

Illumination in the face of thousand faces

Gnosis obtained by descending into the tunnels of self knowing

When thunders of ecstasy strike black waves of unconscious sea

I swim, float, drift, scream, "Aiwasss"

And barriers of self change in legion of escaping bats