Aphel, die schwarze Schlange - Bethlehem

Das tote, dem Untergang geweihte Gestirn

entblѓ¶ѓt die allmѓ¤chtigen Schwingen

welche, vom Licht verbannt

in eisigem Grabe darliegen

Der in seinem Ich erstarrte Fels

folgt dem nѓ¤chtlichen Schrei

des totgeweihten Engels

und gebѓ¤rt die schwarze Schlange

in den Schoѓ des reinigenden Zerfalls

Die Hure mit den vergifteten Augen

von finst’rem Mondschein erhellt

ist wie keusche Blasphemie

inmitten tiefschwarzer See

Nur wenn steinerne Ketten geboren in

knѓ¶chernen Schrein

den Strom meiner animalischen Zweisamkeit zur

Quelle

der dunklen Macht erheben

Wird es die Losung sein

welche du vergaѓest

wie den Stuhl

den man eine geraume Zeit vermiѓt

The dead constellation, destined for the

downfall

uncovers the allmighty winnows

that lie in icy grave,

exiled by the light

The rock that’s stiffened in itself

follows the nocturnal cry

of the doomed angel

and gives birth to the black serpent

in the shoot of the cleansing decay

The whore with the poisoned eyes

that are lit by dark moonlight

is like chaste blasphemy

in the middle of a deepblack lake

Only when stone chains, born in the shrine made

of bone,

lift up the stream of my animalistic duality to

the source

of the dark power

It will be the password

that you forgot

like the chair

that has been missing for some time

The dead, doomed star

bares the almighty wings

which, banished from the light

lying in an icy grave

The rock frozen in its ego

follow the night cry

of the doomed angel

and gives birth to the black snake

in the womb of cleansing decay

The whore with the poisoned eyes

illuminated by dark moonlight

is like chaste blasphemy

in the deep black sea

Only if stone chains born in

bony shrine

the flow of my animalistic togetherness

source

rise to the dark power

Will it be the solution?

which you forgot

like the chair

which one misses for a long time

The dead constellation, destined for the

down fall

uncovers the almighty winnows

that lie in icy grave,

exiled by the light

The rock that's stiffened in itself

follows the nocturnal cry

of the doomed angel

and gives birth to the black serpent

in the shoot of the cleansing decay

The whore with the poisoned eyes

that are lit by dark moonlight

is like chaste blasphemy

in the middle of a deep black lake

Only when stone chains, born in the shrine made

of bone,

lift up the stream of my animalistic duality to

the source

of the dark power

It will be the password

that you forgot

like the chair

that has been missing for some time