Ceremony Of Opposites — Samael

The top becomes the bottom The fantasy becomes reality The conceptions change The landmarks dissolve

And all becomes intermingled

To flirt with the despicable In a trance without end Where the ice burns Like glowing embers And where one shatters By fits and starts of sperm The morale of men

Serve another god Lose another dream

Sentiments imprision and leave Their victims without defence Love is a poison which Flourishes in the heart of the weak

From the lower world we direct The attraction of the distasteful Makes us ignore the vile Since only from below Can one better see the heights