The death posture takes us to the outer limits
Nullification of the reflexes and senses
Initiatory journey with a kiss to the Amethyst
Our sign is a black flame within the flower of death
Your works will be written in blood with a kiss to the Amethyst
Our works are omen, the willing death lets me into a new conciseness
We raise a golem in her honor and it is you whom I'll consecrate
The fat of the babe seethes within the wine of our Sabbath
We dream now within the Body of the Witch
Within my heart the horned serpent is coiled
These poisons flow in my veins with a ravenous hunger
Phainein! Phainein! Beneath the decaying observer
A portal human gorged by wolves In the incoming current
Phainein! Phainein! Servants to your vision
Come now as you are in the incoming current
We gaze upon Thy body with oleaginous eyelids beset by the work of the Unguentarrii
Phainein! Phainein!
Libation of our hearts shall efflux and incubate incoming seasons
Phainein! Phainein!
Come now as you are, shine forth in our libation of Seasons
