Acherontas - The Alchemists Of The Radiant Sepulchre

Gravity born asunder from the distant polarity, Our Will forming and shaping the Cosmos, Invincible and dazed, inebriated by ecstasy, Our Gaze transforms the Malebolge, again and again. The Nether-horned Androgynous reaps the riddles of Empedokles The circle is drawn and brought to the Seven Dimensions, What is Ôhy Name, Thy Nature, Thy Essence, Thy Hierarchy? What is that terrible form, rising with tremor and smeared in Victory? The Eyes of the Pneuma turn silent, Whence the Sun is clad in gold and sapphire gowns The Alchemists chant and chant the Mantras of the Kings Sung and sewn in sinister, tremendous seance Thus and Thus, from the Alphas of Khem to the End of Creation, Our Voices crack the cluster of matter, Forth and below, beyond and above, We are baptized again in the salted waters of the Nile, From the glorious Land of Cush, to the edge of existence, We are the herd of Ezequiel, the Shamans of Kephra, Ôhe Alchemists of the blazing, Midnight Sun.