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In formless, nameless void

A blazing sphere is born

Reaches, rises, bears the world

Calls the hatching souls

On the endless paths of the serpent

Back to primal luminance, the mortals coil

In between, through Tiphareth and Yesod

The crown’s spark of life descends deep into Malkuth’s soil

Spine of the ether

That carries the cosmos

Ouroboros invisible

Embrace us from beyond

Dissolve our pain

Of severance from you

In your eyes

The abyss stares at itself

Scourge of all oblivion

Flame of the whirling swords

In your hands

The end melts the beginning

Bane of death’s triumph

Flame of the whirling swords

At the end of all things

When infinity runs out

When space has been devoured

By the hunger of Sheol

Remember us, and take us

Into your storm of dissolution

Your crush - our incantation

Your whirling swords - our psalm