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Dread wings, blows the north wind’s breath

When in the midnight the heavens are burning in flames

Thro’ ethereal deeps afar a restless moment is found

An alluring star sudden gleamins high in the arctic air

And freedom dwells bearing also a sudden spell

A man of light in the throne lost in dirty thoughts

Crept delirious to hope dissolving to derision ways

In infame spectral sights of the endless madness of his life

When walking into the stream of the flowing waters  of cleansing

Enterest into the chamber boldest converse of divinity

In the golden house designed in the marvelous speech of all advise

In thy purety of the black light shinining high as the stars

The oldest faith declines in the presence of the black light

So the wrack’d soul in solitude recieves the devil´s lust

Dispensing the beams the divine lord of mine in splendour shines

In the shining light, the soul unrest beholding the Master’s glare

Against the tides of time, hear now the humble ones

Let us rest in the past, convey us where emptyness may last

Charmed in cheerful horrors, there displayed by sin

Vowed in pain to woo the dark grace, which is my inheretance

Here in my gloom, resolved to chant a choir of doom

Grouped round the fire my dear visage, wish for deriding

Whilst through the dreams, serpents shall come gliding.

In breathing of death, so mighty and so divine