Merrimack When The Stars Align
Eyes of fire slowly open, burning through complete
darkness. With majesty and determination the titanic body
moves, finally awakening from death-like slumber. The
flames that once were burning now burn again and none can
restrain it. Deign to grab me in your claws and carry me
away from decay, spread your wings O divine eagle ablaze
for tonight, at last, the stars are right! The pale light
from the constellations arranged in forbidden geometry is
cocaine to the Phoenix and now he lives again. The word
has been heard, the call has been answered. A new oath
has been sealed as the light has invaded the horizon.
After all the sins, after all the weakness, time has come
for ascension, to elevate above the mass of infidels and
to breath in glory to better welcome adversity. Let the
will be purified, let the soul be cleansed. In this night
of might and fire, when the stars align, see the
obstacles mercilessly consumed by the scornful flames of
the divine firebird. Higher and higher! Behold! The
implacable flight of the glorious Phoenix, omen of
greatness and domination. From the ashes of death to the
fire of life, from the bottomless pit to disappear in the
firmament as one with the astral pattern. Let the clouds
die so these impious stars can finally shine, dissipate
confusion and reveal darker darkness!
