The Fallen Star Through fires of clean devotion, We look up to the blackened universe Longing for you to touch our foreheads And crystallize our spine The Dragons flags upraised. A few words spoken. Hand by hand with the enemy While crossing the trapezoid in flames. Smoking screams of Ego and Pain In this lair of Hunters. The blood sealed cross with the mirrored Krist. Eucharistic trance of demonic Martyrium And impious obsession. Beyond falling lights from the black Veil The Spirit, the Waters and the Metals They said it was me... and you Looking at both sides of the Mirror Tormenting each other in order to learn the Mysteries. Praising the invisible Teachings And swallowing pure Wisdom Awoken from life... Holding no limits back. Alone with my kind.