Tide of Plague - Arcanorum Astrum

A Wyrm with a baselard — his arrowy sting

The tide… Tide of plague’s in some of these days

Oh Gomorrah rots!

And minds decompose

Our leprotic torsos and our rotten souls —

There’re no wretched souls in black yawn of hell

That’s doomed to corruption, avoidless bell

For whom called upon?

For whom are so sore?

Lets stand on the path of ruinous war!

Laughter flows malevolent and chthonic

Sitra Ahra’s so ironic

In the bands of agonies and torments

God is agonist who foments…

Men!

No mercy!

Waiting for revenge!

And in hell the time’s assigned

Rtribution is arranged

Who crossed my threshold’s lin

Where the arms and where the curse

Where the life upon the hearse?

Chose the path and make a vow —

With a sigil on a brow!

Come to throne of the Lord

Fateful to eternal flames

Take the Sword of Fiery Word

Come and cleanse the reigns!

By the Fire, by the Sword

By the Light of Morning Dawn…

No payment

Shall save you from your ene-

-Mystery

Embraced you in this world

Brethren of

Lord Samael, oh grant me

Hell!

Ebon

Wyrm will gnaw your filthy heart

Aeon

Waits for your delightful Mart

Felons —

Drown in Ire’s swamp of Styx

Saint Ones…

Glorify the mirth and reason

HAIL!

Flaming heat of hellish season

HAIL!

Knowledge, shining and rebirth —

HAIL

Let them fall upon the earth!

And behold, the temple of the tabernacle of testimony in heaven was opened.

And out of the temple came the seven angels having the seven plagues,

clothed in pure bright vest, and having their chests girded with golden bands.

Then one of the four living creatures gave to the seven angels seven golden

bowls full of the wrath of god who lives forever and ever