Quod Superius Sicut Inferius — Astarte

Before him, a red light Flames from fire set in benighted wildness Natural resemblance made from the meeting Devoted to the crowed mighty one

Go under the dark swales of earth To the mournful chambers of sad hell Cross the un-harvested sea of pulsing with lights

Under our roots Years were banished From the deep continent Our home on Acheron's shore Gaze the black Tartaros

Out of our roots Our bodies gaze the stars How long the beauty last! Till soul fall down The "rock" of the life-chain

Branches are the heavens Around our limbs We embrace the unchain universe