Torches (Wrong title on internet-sources) Condemned, thirsting, drenched in filth Are not our souls broken and stained? Withstanding a veiled separation, unaware of the constant change Must not we crush this glass with our teeth, And drink from wells filled with rotten fluid? We are but ruins here, all aligning to be forgotten! Ever staring at the stars Knowing they died ages ago Their fading light upon the crocked path With none to left follow, none left to bear the shame The desires of this world thrown into nothingness And we pass to places of power At the graveyards, at crossroads of transition The torch of Hekate, the dreary moon's light! None left to follow, none left to bear the shame Even in a sleeping state this anathema exhausts As we reach out for death with hungering hearts Entreating our shadows to cure this unquenchable thirst In desolate ruins, in secluded temples We are born anew in every heartbeat! In dark places Hours and hours of the utmost despair We give up who we were and what we are Enduring the cost for saturnine gnosis Angel and torch-bearer! Let me drink deep from the well of nothingness! In dark places In broken traces Whatever was hidden becomes clear Venite Lucifer!