Apocalypse Of The Ancient One

Throughout the battles with the counters And caring the battle scars on my flesh I conjured the gods and the daemons And i blasphemed them one thousand times For their ungratefulness in my libations Some of them smiled (ironically) and declared "You are not reaching for the patron saints" And that i want you! Mischievous God, ancient above all! Apocalypse of the ancient one! Come forth into my circle Because i desire it so Because i want it, so be done! Even hurt, fearless i stand I choose side at the eagle's right It rouses me, makes me ephebe again I linger on the thought of the forbidden I hocus in the thought of tasting Your flesh and blood Apocalypse of the ancient one! Fallen angel i feel Resurrecting the myth I have killed, i have been hurt My voice streams from him who was not The sight of the goat, bewitches me The cult of the dagger, evokes you You have been always dwelling in my dreams And now you shamelessly reveal thyself before me Satanically supreme, the great Pan