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    Old Night • Hierophany of the Open Grave (track 09)

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Old Night lyrics

Thou hermit of Old Night
who wadest into the turbulence of the waters un-drowned,
who verily enters into death's magisterium without fear,
thou whose toil is the ineffable work of the abyss
that draws forth the all slaying solve,
thou art amongst the deathless race of the kingless,
beyond the provenance of god.
In the light of Lucifer's dawn,
thy shadow casts long and dim before thee.
In the pitch of Noctifer's saturnine night
thy shadow is the very face of the abyss.
Oh vajra-hearted lord enthroned within the silence
between the birth and death of every thought,
in thronismos within the shadowed temple
at the crux of the cruciform!
Yet shall the very abyss of thought be wholly illuminate
by the gleam from thy morningstar lantern,
the fruit plucked from the deepest root.
To guide the pandemonion of self
unto the scarlet hill of martyrdom,
upon the path that even devas are cursed to tread.
Thou hast withdrawn the husks of the most bitter seed
and the garments from the gods themselves,
to reach the hypostasis that
is a black pearl dazzling the 7 aeons.
Betwixt the hammer and anvil of becoming
is thy presence eternal
that is in between-ness known as N.O.X.
Self-murderer and Self-begetter,
with eyes fixed unto the cup of Djemscheed,
thou breakest the chains forged by stellar gravity.
Oh, the motionless movement of Death!
With both the soberness of the Amethyst
and the mad Satyr's ecstatic thirst,
leap ye forth into the Mandala's center –
The Point where sun and moon collide,
crushed to lifeless splinters before ancient Night's hollow eye.
 

 

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