Where Fire Never Dreamt of Man

And I dreamt of libricide and fire, a flaming pyramid opening the desert nights
 Flaring letter's in mad laughter swirling across the sky, like screeching simurghs unchained
 That stole the keys right out of St. Peter's hand to dare the borders to forgotten lands
 Shine you terrible lamp of Wisdom, shine upon the desert fields of night
 Shine within flesh and blackest mire, for my tongue has a dire taste for fire
 Fallen into the wastelands of our dreams
 Where I'm wildered unto the forbidden gleam, of Azazel's burning sacrament and sword
 So descend upon these lands, Estrangement's Lord
 Throw me into the depths where you once fell, to be accursed and blessed within the springs of Hell
 To pass outside the route of heaven's stars and die to the yoke of heaven's law
 I've become something I've never dreamt of before, my words all burnt within your unearthly torch
 My name re-written in your blazing winds and known is the secret of Shemyazaz' sin
 "O Nimbus of a daimonic crown, blaze forth across eternity for me
 The night is wholly mine and in Death's kiss it is sealed
 Where light and darkness conjoin, I have buried my Will towards expanses impossible
 And opened the road unto where thoughts bow before: Red, Holy, Chaos-flame"