Dark Fortress

Awake, angels lunacy
Arise, avatars of chaos
Incinerate yourselves
In the blaze of Babalon
ierophants of the Hurricane
We invoke the Eidolon
Unleashed the storm
We renounce the sin
Of mortal fallacy
Bestow upon us
Our stellar legacy
Peel the benighted sheels
From our radiant cores
We obey the laws
Of finitude no more
Ascend
In Akasha to procreate
Strip the flesh from your soul
Extend
Open the Silver Gate
Melt yourself beyond all
control
Give birth to the vision
Let enter the voice and
Dare not falter
Lets the demons eat you
Gonfide in your Nuit
Never your senses
Nine apparations
The nails of Yod
Drip from the moon
As unhallowed blood
Anubis' terror to feed you
As the night condenses
Ascend
In Akasha to procreate
Strip the flesh from your soul