I have seen the faces of gods
Through the eyes of the mask.
Hidden from time.
Shielded from man.
Gilded secrets caught in glinting reflections,
Arcane power guarded and denied.
Meanings abstracted, totems erected.
Shadows cast upon the sun.
Inner moments locked away.
Imagination tamed and bound.
A glimmer of chance on the edge of volition,
The coursing high of self revealed.
Blood shock passion atop the tower of night.
"From atop the Tower of Night, above the tangled fray,
The wasteland of shame and inhibition,
The impoverished kingdom of half-life,
One can just begin to see beyond the horizon.
Over the crest, past the mountains
That cut across all that is known
And all that might be.
Fleeting apparitions of dream and possibility
Held in the glow of clear night.
From a top the Tower of Night,
In the euphoria of vision
One fights against the dawn.
The dawn of forgetting, the dawn of resignation,
Knowing there could be a different dawn.
Bringing new light.
A light in sensual embrace with the dark.
A light that does not deny the mystery.
A light of lasting revelation."
ARCANE SECRETS. BLOOD SHOCK PASSION.
EDGE OF VOLITION, ATOP THE TOWER OF NIGHT.
Ripping hellfire, rise from the depths.
Golden light flood from the chalice of death.
Dagger through the veil
Pierce the firmament, tear off the mask.
Blade of eternity drain the heavens.
Bathe in the blood of knowledge
And live forever.