The Book Of Kings

A morbid pageantry of our King's facade

Knelt before the sire, clasped in hand the jewel

"Soma is the teardrop of Agni"

The winding chambers, a portrayal of royalty

Secrecy deepening, unfolding enigma

Stretching far beyond the mystic dawn

Oh enchanter of the Februar winds

Spoke blue blooded tongues with rich enthronement

A lyrical trilogy was textured

Woven through ages, jade masks adorning

Grandiloquence of an earthly empire evoked

Your once regal emperor banished forevermore

Arise O' mistress of fortuitous descensions

A splendid Queen the Gods dared not name

Drapery so grand, adorned and bejewelled

Deities rose, and were greeted in shame

In their flesh was encoded secrets so dark

There stood the temple of stone so cold

Pillarless caverns cut deep in the mount

Crafted by masons in reverence of Kings

Where Kings bowed down to worship the Gods

Where the Gods chose the Kings

And to them imparted their secrecies rare

Upon baroque stone footsteps fell

Their shadows Lengthened by the burning flame

Hollow voices recite from scriptures of eld

Setting aflame some long preserved grandiose intent

Three Kings lay bare their palms

And with sacred blade cut deep into

The flesh of man, the flesh of God

Unto the mind of man that he many know wisdom not

Rituals conpendium, textual codex

Initiation through torture, the cross bears no name

The union of Sun and Moon

The congress of King and Queen

Demi-gods of the Yuga

Spin your cyclic webs

Demi-gods of the Yuga

Spin your cyclic webs

Those whom Queen adored in vain

Whom ever begged to know their word

Hath darkness claimed a heart so black

Received in sin, anointed one

Thy kingdom shall ne'er come

Doom deserved shall be unto thee

Enter with glees symbolical sanctum

The priesthood of the mighty Sun

Kingship to be….

Decrepit monks chant a hollow bellow

Of tones which mortals shalt not follow

Strings of harp and rhythms shallow

Disquietude, no solace shall bring

Wanton desire, a tarnished King

A King this man fit not to be

Dethronement was sought

Famished ashes, extinguished moon

Winds carried stagnant seasons forth

A sunless Summer, a windless Winter

Turmoil permeated prana The sacred logos corrupted

Seers shed not a tear, only golden blood spilled forth

For the visions were rife, beyond even crystal oracles

Psychic pestilence now spread

Adorn the new King

For the old is dead

Deserved doom shall be unto you….