Amarta - Acherontas

A strain of DNA a force reckoned and dissolved Chain of curses, now solitude

The circle casted not broken Lanced into the shell

The pinpoint of senses a restless collection of feeling dying slowly,

changing into astral form Beyond the veil we can only recollect

The cycle never speaks through memories, visions or feelings

The head of the serpent is mute Destined to a lie of conformit, that which

blashes the senses into numbness

There is so little experienced Within the playground of life.

Within the hide we

shall die throughout the skin we shall stretch Blood shall stain our past as

ashes illuminate the night over the pyre!

A gnosis of reflection To scry into the abyss It is in the depths of loss Where

all is gained Dessecration of the ego may the virtue set unto flames

Consecration of the spirit as birth to ressurect Shine upon me

Oh light of a thousand candles, cascade upon me

Oh water of a thousand rivers Bestow upon me

Oh knowledge of the immortal Exalt me

Air of the 4 winds within the 8 pointed star!