Arcanorum Astrum - Tide of Plague

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A Wyrm with a baselard — his arrowy sting
The tide… Tide of plague’s in some of these days
Oh Gomorrah rots! And minds decompose
Our leprotic torsos and our rotten souls —
There’re no wretched souls in black yawn of hell
That’s doomed to corruption, avoidless bell
For whom called upon? For whom are so sore?
Lets stand on the path of ruinous war!
Laughter flows malevolent and chthonic
Sitra Ahra’s so ironic
In the bands of agonies and torments
God is agonist who foments…
Men!
No mercy! Waiting for revenge!
And in hell the time’s assigned
Rtribution is arranged
Who crossed my threshold’s lin
Where the arms and where the curse
Where the life upon the hearse?
Chose the path and make a vow —
With a sigil on a brow!
Come to throne of the Lord
Fateful to eternal flames
Take the Sword of Fiery Word
Come and cleanse the reigns!
By the Fire, by the Sword
By the Light of Morning Dawn…
No payment
Shall save you from your ene-
-Mystery
Embraced you in this world
Brethren of
Lord Samael, oh grant me
Hell!
Ebon
Wyrm will gnaw your filthy heart
Aeon
Waits for your delightful Mart
Felons —
Drown in Ire’s swamp of Styx
Saint Ones…
Glorify the mirth and reason
HAIL!
Flaming heat of hellish season
HAIL!
Knowledge, shining and rebirth —
HAIL
Let them fall upon the earth!
And behold, the temple of the tabernacle of testimony in heaven was opened.
And out of the temple came the seven angels having the seven plagues,
clothed in pure bright vest, and having their chests girded with golden bands.
Then one of the four living creatures gave to the seven angels seven golden
bowls full of the wrath of god who lives forever and ever