Next Level Black - Black Anvil

Initiations:

Which of thee will rest as sacred

Which of thee hast become born

And round through seven circles

And scorch the feet amongst the morn

Desperate enlightenment — I insist

Take Us through haze till We form

I swear the oath Our document

Again Our flesh has torn

A stage amongst the heavens

A shape no skin can take

A realm beyond the seven

A state above the norm

I am just dirt and feces

A species nevermore

We are what’s left no more

And for this wish forgive Me

I tread beneath your storm

In debted to the chance

We dance on tight ropes ever worn

Desolate among the burning garden

Admit this servant to take

Your flesh is Mine to take

Enraptured ensnared in your trap

Yet I’d tear off all these limbs and join You

Forever this is My quest

Raping the denizens sacrificial limbs

And for this wish anoint Me

Bathe Me in His light — as bright as night

For now accepted the trial in My sight

Spiritus nostro tuus ignis:

Pledge of the spirit hedge every bet

Darkness engorging silver intent

Blade ever red

Discourse amended needs never met

Chosen from roots in this earth planting death

Flame ever red

And for this wish accept Me

I swim between Your storm

And to this wish enlightenment

Fuck you you did not see this coming

Break the clasp We never last

Yet ask to generate no more

We are what’s left no more

Sinistra manus:

So here We are together at last

Enjoy the fruits of Our labors

Half way to six

In stature

The road is dark — yes!

Less We cannot judge nor prepare

Nor set these tables

May you have the honor

See the tapestry

Your majesty of thorns

I have made this in humble bliss

Your halls My walls adorned

Recklessly reborn

Grando mortem: