At the threshold of New Aeon
The Black Hermit of the North awaits
Stained by Wind and Eternal Shadow
Clenching the stars in fists
of FULFILLMENT
The Seal of the Black Flame!
Raise your chalice of blood
And let joy overcome your weakness
Let your words be the words of a King
And let them be worthy
Enclothed in the Crimson of Authority…
Raise your head
to the Great Star
Let it be the indescribable delight
Of your eyes
Drink blood and spill blood
On the womb of your star!!!
Showing the way to the chosen Ones
Become! Fear not for your life
As death is only the beginning…
At the threshold of New Aeon
The black hermit of the North awaits
Stained by Wind and Eternal Shadow
Clenching the stars in fists
of FULFILLMENT
The Seal of the Black Flame!
