Funeral Oration The Age Of Apotheosis
Before the beginning of time
nothing was written yet
the desiples of darkness
chose the rival in the god of black arts
angels started falling
every word was a law printed on the endless iced desert
everything is still locked into the right hand
the forces that created and ruled the universe
are the origin and everything now
the fall of heaven will torment the prayers
then he will rise on his throne over everyone
lead by the strength and the power
of the sacred thelema's breed
he will be back on Golgotha
and will be crucified again
surmounting everything and everyone
he will burn into the depth
the malevolent angels
sacrified by chaimed lies
in the name of nothing and none
he will split the sky red of blood
drying the sea of falsness
pacifying the wind of pain
extinguishing the flames of the vulgar age
his strength be the obsession
the torment of the body
the souls and the mind of the deceiver
that year the rival strong and cruel
will do the atrocious sacrifice
the atrocious vengeance of the snake out of the depths
in the heaven wide open will be our salvation
the power and the reign of the master - Satan
will the god of falsness be expelled
the accuser of our brothers
good and evil life and death
will come to him and only him
everything will be back ours
