On Blackening Soil

Oh, old nightsky, how furious is thy ordnance

when the edge of the crescent cuts thee in half

I sense thy stare on my soul and substance

while the cape of Neptune conceals our stars

Inside a circle we form another out of flesh

awe mires with confusion as the planets align

gathered around him that bears the wreath

in the darkness that drowns s like a rising tide

from the icy peaks of Mery to the depths of the sea

all this shall be yours if you now hearken to me

Thevetat, the dragon among snakes

master crowned king with wisdom most veiled

with lips shut share us the legacy

the godly gnosis that twines about thee

Sense of power pervades each thought

as the pulse in our veins is quaking the ground

the patterns of humility are condemned to fall

by the arrows of spells shooting from our mouths

climb towards the roots of the inverted tree

for to rise above the angels is your rightful destiny

Thevetat, the dragon among snakes

master most august by foulness impaled

with lips shut share us the legacy

the godly gnosis that lives within thee

Indeed we are here to stride as giants

instead of crawling in the dirt like infants

may not our eminence be questioned by any heart

for we truly possess the means to rend such apart