At the Great Gates to Black Doom - Demonomancy

Here, the gates to sacred perception are open

Demon, mighty spirit

I evoke you, hear my chants

Ode to darkness and to the greatest of kings

His ancient orations are anthems of impurity

In the darkest depths of void all light dies

Exhaled my last breath, the portal hides envenomed worlds

A Christ made of skin, desecrated in his essence of holiness

A beast covered in crusts, embodied in slime and organs

Both reborn in wax, released from immortal soils

But the man seems the beast, and the beast seems me

Theoreme of flesh destroys creation

Mystic consciousness as dormant vision of truth