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Blackened lies the ground below those feet

that marched over thousands of battlefields

Each step a seed, each wound a soil

upon the tomb of mortal age

And fearless it wails for glorious souls to tame and to adore

Yet, withered laid in slimes of ignorance for profane eyes in woe

In this endless void, my soul an enlightening torch

Through secret wormholes crawling forth…

Behold within me, the weaver of thy dreams

In immense destinies releasing my blackening wings

The Horned’s mark/The spiral dance

Let the flames rise beyond the soul and flesh

Scarlet spread the skies beyond the unseen horizons

In their starless magnificence

With eyes of overall hunger, beholding hidden truths in awe

And worlds unseen and skies untouched

Changing the seemingly changeless

Molding palatial majesties

Idols burn! Armors fall!

Crawl forth in sufficiency out from the ashes and dust

As neverending phoenix rise, as once

Bow never before the acrid times to come

In front of these flames of utter elation

In morbid pride now MARCH!

And as thou rest in the first pyre of sacrilege

Thou shalt see with eyes of abominations

And as thou suffer within the second pyre of gnosis

Thy pains burn in scorn

The wounds prevail wide open

The armor in sanctum grounds has fallen

Yet, in the third pyre of dominance

Thou art forged…with the Fiery Element of God

Scorch the horizon in furious dash

Now conquer the worlds both seen and unseen!

Solemn lies this passage

As once, so forever you will wander this path

Each wound a step, each step a world to build a Throne upon

Yet, your offerings shall be accepted

For your devotion you shall be judged

Yet, your dreams shall be redeemed

For I am the One

Still in solitary journey yet with guiding bevy

Carve with stories, your desires upon creation’s pillars

Whirling above and beyond the universal seas of dreams and prayers…

To Amaranthine Empyrean Thrones

With Horned’s mark/In spiral dance

Now spread thy wings

Thou art Eternal