Drakomorphos — Alghazanth

The source of splendour in forms manifold In whom the fathomless arcana turn aglow Eosphoros - The brightest heavenly eye Each tempest of doubt His grandeur makes subside

All aeons entwine for He did arise The flame that without loss endlessly devides Like the sharpest sword is His unchallenged blaze That cuts from our way the cobweb of restraint

Heralds, disciples and serpents we are The object and the channel for His powers Driven forth by the undying lust To surpass the frailties of ours And to go beyond every Ring-pass-not

The true wisdom besmeared in black Waiting to be once unravelled By the insightful and the daring To be finally discovered

Whereas He is the circle, we are at the center Too abstract to be defined, too concrete to be denied

All aeons entwine for He did arise The flame that without loss endlessly devides You call Him Satan, the prince of darkness and death We call Him Satan, the eternal fountain of strength

Whereas He is the circle, we are at the center Too abstract to be defined, too concrete to be denied