Grape of the Vine

(Wrong title on internet-sources) Sons of daughters of Cain Unclean breed of the original murderer Children of the wastelands Of the poison of God, of the mother of abortions Serpent born Now turn against each hindering law of God In the wilderness North of edenic illusion Via bridges that lead from the roots of the outer tree - Sitra ahra begins to unveil Awake, awake! In invocation and still contemplation For the soul becomes a cup And the treasures of the night the wine therein With eyes open wide The fruit is like the grape of the vine Death becomes the mother of life As their sons and daughters give in to the most deviant perversion! In the chalice of water above The human number is divided in two Rending the two-fold dwellers of the deep In the abyss, a gate to worlds unexplored The forbidden fruit of the outer tree Liberates from the slave-like rest of Eden The birth place and the temple of a world separated from God Your sorrow, your suffering Your pitiful longing for union! Your efforts, your struggles Tears and halos fall as rain from above Drowning the world in a deluge of emptiness The deep becomes the devourer Can't you see what has risen here? A paradise without restrictions! We stare in awe through the seals And let the speech of the light bearer in To resonate in the darkest reaches of the human mind Listen, oh listen! To a voice older than human language The serpent's promise As alive and clear as its been for centuries