Iosis

My rising moon hewn asunder Broken tendrils of lunar light Eclipse my empyrean torpor Through towering pillars of scorn This wandering soul mitosis These walls are broken A labyrinthine dream comes calling The egress begins A triune solemn caress Thrice-born, scion of the scourge Blood drawn and washed away My gangrenous effigy My spirit rectified in slime This greater equilibrium Coterminous beings of the crucible The egress bеgins A triune solemn caress From coil to womb From darknеss to genesis An unnatural difference From the self in my gaze Warped by an alternate time My dead plane parallel I am healed and hollowed I am the house of insurrection Luminous fatality Charon of the grey gate arise Thee ineffable, hidden but bright Keeper of the other side Prince of the new flesh ascend Heart of gold impaled Dissolved and transformed Thrice-born, scion of the scourge Blood drawn and washed away I summon thee Show me what it means to kneel