Per Aspera Ad Astra - Dismal

The chant of Kephra rolls up me

In its frost

And voices of great Fathers are echoing

Over my arms…

I’ve weaved my cloak with the Infinity,

I’ve gone down the stairs of damned.

Mountains of Ice will take my blood

And I’ll feel the sweet recalling of Pan

I face Ade to conquer myself…

… Conscious and proud…

The boundaries of my mind are drifting

I don’t condamn my spirit to the Fate of flesh

And blood

I fight against the flux which would have

It powerless

In the dull embrace of the Great River.

… Conscious and proud…

… I’ll pronounce the secret Name

In front of the Oracles of the four Doors.