Kareem Zedan
New member
- Joined
- Mar 2, 2011
- Messages
- 5
the gates of rebirth have opened They came in packs and in hordes Our Lord to us had spoken All hail to him our Lord!
O Satan O mighty of Hell! My soul with you does flow With dreams of the past and the future And the breath of the high and the low
Souls of the dark and the dull! Your aim to the void, unknown Of anguish, dust and hunger Your claim for the great, unknown!
Beings of the light of the East! Shine bright to the West and the North From lust for the Gold we seek And to us by his might brought forth
The sad and the lost lament Over time that is now long gone For the great and the strong have risen The arrow and the spear grown long
Farewell to the memories of mud! With purity immense I behold In Satan we are bound by blood! Our greatness by our Father foretold!
To the lost, to the weak, to the broken From the womb you are naught but dead The greatness of the truth and of life Is to you but a safe in a shed
The treasures of the soul are longing For the mind and the spirit to erupt To the strong this is his for the taking For all life to see and behold
O Gods of Magic and Wonder! Your greatness in my heart is felt Your energies above and under Within and without you are felt
With the gates of rebirth now closing Our Lord now speaks once again “Of Adam you have been descending And to me you shall now ascend!”
O Satan O mighty of Hell! My soul with you does flow With dreams of the past and the future And the breath of the high and the low
Souls of the dark and the dull! Your aim to the void, unknown Of anguish, dust and hunger Your claim for the great, unknown!
Beings of the light of the East! Shine bright to the West and the North From lust for the Gold we seek And to us by his might brought forth
The sad and the lost lament Over time that is now long gone For the great and the strong have risen The arrow and the spear grown long
Farewell to the memories of mud! With purity immense I behold In Satan we are bound by blood! Our greatness by our Father foretold!
To the lost, to the weak, to the broken From the womb you are naught but dead The greatness of the truth and of life Is to you but a safe in a shed
The treasures of the soul are longing For the mind and the spirit to erupt To the strong this is his for the taking For all life to see and behold
O Gods of Magic and Wonder! Your greatness in my heart is felt Your energies above and under Within and without you are felt
With the gates of rebirth now closing Our Lord now speaks once again “Of Adam you have been descending And to me you shall now ascend!”