| Lyrics: | Him that is fallen, the physical sun
Progenitor of the devil, serpent of time
Adjustment at
the will in Teloah we are alive
And in darkness enabled to being-becoming the
one
Death, the final release
The dragon spreads his wings
Telocvovim
Death, the
friend with loving arms
And claws to rend this world apart
Telocvovim
A cycle of
cycles, always alone
Yet never lonely, at the bed of a harlot
Tiphereth, Saturnus, whom
aeons begot
Another time a stranger, let him be known
Death, the final release
The
draongs spreads his wings
Telocvovim
Death, the friend with loving arms
And claws to
rend this world apart
Telocvovim
It was you who heard the Seraphim sing
While I
rode the sharpest banshee sting
A toll of hellish might
But whose is the nobler power to
clain?
The one light-hearted or of the darkest fame
Alas, for both are but pawns in a cosmic
game
Regardless of the aim of their flight
A luminous spear brought new light into my
blinded eyes
He lives in all of you
686, 1409, 1345,266
Death, the final
release
The draongs spreads his wings
Telocvovim
Death, the friend with loving
arms
And claws to rend this world apart
Telocvovim |
