Babalon Working - Spiritus Mortis

Year is one, God is done, celebrate the new dawn

Year is one, God is done, celebrate the new dawn

I kneel before thee, on the verge of suicide

I kneel before thine altar, Thanatos' bride

Born under the stars of Orion and black light of the Sirius B

Born from the heart of Satan, Mitzi Dupree

Death has ten thousand incarnations

The cold silence of space hammering the earth

With soundless vibrations

As above, so below

The gods of emptiness crush down nations

Celestial spheres, dark gorges

Hidden corners, silent forests

The mechanical demons of the DMT cities

Lurking in the four corners of the universe

In my aether scented dreamtime journeys

I have seen them, and I long to open the watchtowers

And let them in to our world of carnage

To destroy to rape and pillage

To diminish our justice and laws

Demons lurking the vast space between times

Waiting for the Babalon Working

Watching us continue our crimes

The Year is One