Baptism - Satananda

Flesh and bones together become a person
Start above they fulfill the (martyrs) scars and blood
As a new dawn for many, let this be the day
Of the stopped world, when the heart opened

Hear the call of that pulse, descending to live
Six prayers from the gates of worlds ending
Be blessed unto life eternal
I can feel in my arms
Follow me, again and again

Into the Abyss of my heart

Flashes from beyond the curtain
Call from the depths
Through the dead bodies
The graves are opened

Worship our Master
Who's lurking in the shadows
Sharing thy beauty
Studying thy magic ablaze

Lights that illuminate my soul
Call from the depths
Through the two worlds
The graves are opened

Worship our Master
Who's lurking in the shadows
Sharing thy beauty
Studying thy magic ablaze Открыть страницу с текстом

My eyes were blind for the night was mine
And the dark was the sustenance of my soul
Your sacraments down below, Lord Belial
Were mysteries of the worm for me to devour

My eyes drank your black light O King Who Roars
Imprisoned I still was ravished by You
I ate my tormentors, I laughed through dry tears of a corpse
And in this earthen cask of rot I made myself anew

The brethren, like the wind that no longer blows
Inside this scarlet tomb we have rotten
What was the sin or the quest of ours? No one knows but me
And so long ago I have forgotten

Consepulti ei in baptismo, in que et resurrexistis in Satanam
(Buried with him in baptism, wherein also ye are risen with him)
Out of the tomb of Saklas
In quo sunt omnes thesauri sapientiae et scientiae absconditi
(In whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge)
Out of the tomb of being

Through the flesh, through this nightmare
I remember the wind, I recall the caress
Even drowned in blood, even strangled by hair
When buried with Him in this cadaver palace Открыть страницу с текстом

This faceless world, think and behold yourself
In the place that did not exist before
You could not even imagine to experience this
This oppressing spirit, inhaling you within
Possessing, redeeming the fear of death with freedom

We are buried in eternity into life
Above the shadows, serpents, worms at the altar of stone
Through the intense energy, gnawing the fog-veil of the moon
In the name of my Lord, turning my world to become the light of mine

Into the empty mine of eternities
The chosen path has led
And to this furnace near to core
The story dregs I've fed
The gold from this darkest mine
Not of agnosticism, but the alchemic shrine
Purification of the soul
Cold Eternity

Can you think how all this life is maybe
Just a yearning from somewhere
The voyage amidst all seeming vanity to find a new land upon which to construct
That is the fragile surface of reality in this Cold Eternity
In the name of my Lord, opening the locks of death Открыть страницу с текстом

At the dawn He said
Let them burn from the ash
We will build the new age
We came from the Azazel's star
The others from the earth beheld by angels

We see the idol which the masses adore, we look beyond
I know that you look me from the other side, where the All ends
(Where the esoteric dimensions binds evolution)

Once I ignited the inner torch
I will never put it down
Reawakening is at hand
Warmth and love to the great splendor
Devil's fire

We can travel to the world's end\
Only to see the light
Nothing is different there
Nothing is different here
In this endless field of fog
There is only here and now, the blinding glow
The presence of our mercurial Master
But still like in the beginning
There is just the illumination Открыть страницу с текстом

My Master, the God of Darkness
The Angel of Death
The Black Lord
Before the Throne of Truth
Kadosh! Kadosh Kadosh!

Stars and pillars and the frozen waste
The quartz mantle over the dead
Come, we will go to Him
With the wolves' faces
With the birds' wings
With the scaled skin
With thin voices
Smelling of musk and incense
Kadosh! Kadosh Kadosh!

In a place where there is no death, nor life, only catacombs of sleep
They fork to lead unto the devil and the animal shadows reach out

Where the blood has dried, we thirst
Taxidermists remembrance of desire
Where the life snuffed early the riverbed full of yearning
Looking back to him
Thoughtlessly they move in the darkness
Remnants of men
Cocoons hanging in the night, ripe the horror
Shriveled memory from the past or is it from yesterday

Open your eyes and you fall where the Malignant Shadows await
Malignant Shadows await until the world may burn

We are the spirit without essence fulfilled with past
(Mucus from the yearnings forgotten and fever)
Between the angels of the world, between the colors
Shadows cast by the mauve sun Открыть страницу с текстом

The radiant ecstasy of being
The golden corona of suffering
Light from the depths
Coal-black unrefracted truth

Zoharic bidden glow
Collapsing of the hearts temple
Deeper night revealed
From amidst the storm-clouds
Starless ecstasy
Bliss of being

When the All is torn apart
Eyes vitreum pours out
The truth punctured
Overcome at last

The secret of love
Fullfilled in hate

Zoharic bidden glow
Collapsing of the hearts temple
Deeper night revealed
From amidst the storm-clouds
Starless ecstasy
Bliss of being

Satananda
Ihminen kahden kuilun välissä
Jähmettyen kuoleman hetkeen
Syvyys
Ekstaasi
Musta huuto
Alas kosmoksen sammuneeseen sieluun Открыть страницу с текстом

To the teeth of the silver lion
The lamb has willingly bared its throat
A husk of mud shall turn into dust
Cast off shall be the profane robe

In the fiery belly of the iron lion
The corpse of the lamb will burn
Until the remains of this offering
Float out from the bellowing urn

A pool of blood
Becomes a crimson sea
And thus a smouldering seed
Grows into a flaming tree

The age-old lie of shielding feather wings
Overthrown by the reality of forked tongues
And a torch lit between the horns

The image in the obsidian mirror
Shows a newly-risen luminous man
Standing within a circle of warm ash
With his foot upon the skull of the lamb

Like a depthless ocean is the awakened soul
Yet not an infinity abyss of darkness
But one embracing a single sun

A pool of blood
Becomes a crimson sea
And thus a smouldering seed
Grows into a flaming tree Открыть страницу с текстом