Divine Astronomy

I practice the cults on a sacred science

When I open up my own books of might

I know that our world turns around the sun

I'm unspoken by those who have fear of light

I'm the devil, I'm hellbound

It's not the sun that turns around

They've build a monument of lies

Scientists blind faithful eyes

On your long way

Paved of your sorrows

Depressions appointed your way

You have to follow

The heaven just opened the gate

I'm seeing some visions and kind of things

All the tragedies of our slaves and kings

I saw their rising and I sensed their fall

But I wasn't ever there but I know it all

Divine astronomy