Threshold Of Transition

The eyes of old AntichtonLooking into Plerom of DarknessAnd in periodic circulationSamhain supresses the LightSidereal presentiment gets always out on the surfaceFrom hole the suffering is going upAnd process of evolution compels us to searchThis reason of all BeingOnly time will show us when it will appearIn skull by own wayBy Death' s tongue the silver is fedThere are situated fertile powers of VenuseWhen Darkness rules the veil decreasesAnd in this time you can look into far a whilePhysical sight is decayingIn lifes behind your casketsDamned is who would like to cross throughTwilight of barrens, here is mysterious factorAnd unrest is felt in soulI am asking..."Are you ready for share the WisdomFrom the ways foretelling by fearOr you will walk eternylly through lifeAs a sheep with their shepherd?!"