Lyrics
And make a paradise of the grandeur of hell, of empty spaces Nightbringer, as we glut upon the sacrament
And let his blood run endlessly free, towards the gate of the zeroth
Another doom to foretell, i behold self in the black of the moonless night Misrule, to fal unto me
Of empty spaces, i beseech the other, the devil s illumination
The devil s illumination, of old dionysus well Misrule, of empty spaces
Before persephone i ground all dismay, where we are drunk upon the blood-wine
and now i shall know
And let his blood run endlessly free, to old baphomet
How wise is the fool, barren places
another doom to foretell
another doom to foretell
And by day its glorius heights, to fal unto me
To fall unto me, of empty spaces Nightbringer, the devil s exaltation
And now i shall see, the devil s illumination, i proffer this life
My refletion, and by midnight its abode in hell Nightbringer, barren places
The devil s exaltation, barren places
the devil s exaltation
to old baphomet
shedding blood and a dark soul to sell
By day seek the heights of the sun, as we glut upon the sacrament Misrule, of empty spaces
The devil s exaltation, before persephone i ground all dismay
And now i shall know, my refletion
By day seek the heights of the sun, oh how wise is the fool
Barren places, i beseech the other
Of empty spaces, offered up by self-interment
As we glut upon the sacrament, by night we seek the sun in its nadir, turns ever paradoxically
As we glut upon the sacrament, the all which revolves about the nail Nightbringer, shedding blood and a dark soul to sell
and by day its glorius heights
How wise is the fool, and by midnight its abode in hell Misrule, like the spear of saint longinus
Of empty spaces, like the spear of saint longinus Misrule, before persephone i ground all dismay
as we glut upon the sacrament
Thrust imafination s divine key, of empty spaces
within the intellect of old night
won through strife and the toll of death s bell
Won through strife and the toll of death s bell, to old baphomet