Anarchrist

Subsequently to Tempter ov the White Light.
 Follow the light of the fallen'
 angel and its left hand path.
 For it is not in hope we find true salvation.
 It's in the bliss, wherein the chaos
 of love and death designs new meaning.
 And at the crux of their dance, true salvation emerges.
 Think not that by breaking bone
 the flesh extents
 Not nearly a truth is to be reached
 My light erases light
 And while your river freezes
 As I speak these words
 Pissing the mold from your crown
 My third eye
 As my cosmic jade
 Shall blind my guidance
 And lead me through two paths
 One's below me
 The other's inside
 True inner glory
 True inner peace does not ducking hide
 Restructures of immense beliefs
 Cuts godlike shapes into my mind
 As Unversed prophets
 like miserable thieves
 Steal sanity with fake born pride
 Shun 'em!
 it's not by father nor by son
 (But) Through death be born -
 Through death be gone
 In the sea of the self I dive
 and drown and yet never so awake
 Blackening evermore
 Hear heaven's gates roaring trembles
 In their fearful foreverness
 On my fearless flight
 Oh fallen angel
 My Anarchrist
 There is only one above me
 It is the self at rise
 I scatter my dreams
 Between the black doves of death
 The birds of birth, decay and sorrow
 And smeared on their wings
 The black bile of my prophecy
 Now they take flight
 Heavily up in the skies... They fly.