Chaos Invocation

With the hands in the sir And the knees on the ground A body moves in the rhythm Of words that were sung or spoken out loud To sound between planes standing in friction It starts as a blaze That soon lights a fire Inside and all around you A finger that points towards unknown directions To paths leading away from the stagnating slew Emerge! Soon you know the voice that is calling! Unsown fields we have sown And its fruits we harvested And tasted, and relished Digested and understood them Alone! A matterless kingdom An invisible crown For the absolute spirit Existing in its own... Pass through mortifications Marths holding hands evade Go with the highest thoughts To the pristine state The chaos semen impregnates The fields of our thoughts landscapes Altar and magic, sacred throne Invoking chaos in our own... Black rain is falling And washes us clean From physical yearning And the dirt we have seen Black rain is falling And floods our mind Black are the tears Old eyes, but never blind Emerge from the bones to the blood seas And emerge from the skin to the shadow Emerge from the shadow and devour it You don't need one on your throne Placed apart from the world The chaos semen impregnates The fields of our thoughts landscapes Altar and magic, sacred throne Invoking chaos in our own... Unsown fields we have sown And lie fruits we harvested And tasted, and relished Dignested and understood them Alone! And so embed the heart in sheer darkness Let it grow and pulse in horrific beauty Your own shadow is paling Since the human factor is fading The gates opened wider, and wider and wider You know whose voice is calling Yours!