Decade of Therion

Apo pantos kakodaimonos

Apo pantos kakodaimonos

We transgress the context of commonplaceness

We deny normality, trample morality

We destroy angels with sound

We destroy angels with silence

Currents of tantric anarchy seize our bodies

Into the cosmic dance of four scythes

The curtains of absurd theater are raised

Synchronicity, mother chaos on the stage

Wisdom says, "Be strong"

Thrilling words are spreading down the spine

Vibrating, be strong

Exhausted I'm running towards the last shines of consciousness

Which is absorbed by shadows of madness

Apo pantos kakodaimonos

Apo pantos kakodaimonos

Here are the star and the snake servants, they rise the hexagram

Sun in the triangle hidden, sight, sacred visions entwined

And union with nothingness body I'll find

Strength, go along the Mars path, fighting if we must

Light, oh, you are Ahathoor, goddess of blue sky

There is might of dawn in non-quality state I remain

Of commonness crippled time or sand, glass you don't see again

Sigillum dei, picture of myself I'm drawing with life

Venom and hell I'm sprinkling it, his name is Esial, I want him more