Grave Miasma Endless Pilgrimage 1. Yama Transforms to the Afterlife Three nights will suffice At the altar of soul-sacrifice A hidden fire burns Reflecting infinite worlds Where the answer revolves In union complete Which Loka will return To see the rebirth Words transmute To alchemical form We are elevated beyond Eleven mortal gates Banish now! Banish now! Thoughts of unending return Reason is detached from the yonder Our shackles are borne to this earth Messenger of light Exalt the virtues of the deceased Uphold beliefs Negation heeds no reward The universe is death manifest The sage shall urge Submission to this state Heed the sacred words of Yama Transform to afterlife No return I shall fulfill my prophecy I call to the depths The depths shall call for me To the light I'll forever fade Unborn I shall forever be Blessed are the words spoken In this eternal night Blessed are the lost embers Of the sacred fire's light Condensed Is the revelation's meaning in truth For essence evolves all So shall it be known that "I" will evolve Glory is beheld to the chosen Of Atman Journey into the unknown In the grip of afterlife Banish now! Three nights will suffice At the altar of soul-sacrifice A hidden fire burns Reflecting infinite worlds Where the answer revolves In union complete Which Loka will return To see the rebirth Words transmute To alchemical form We are elevated beyond Eleven mortal gates None shall recoil to see the return We will not wonder from death to death 2. Utterance of the Foulest Spirit Pythian vapours emit from the cavern Effluvial wisdom oracular fissure All that is immersed At the naval of the earth At the side of Mount Parnassus Prophetess and mediums of serpents Always congregated to decipher With rigid bodies and bright fixations Utterances in tongues Fumes of exaltation Preside over the ground Graveside rites And reversed burial tonight Vigils to the eye of Prajna Revived souls' flight Ancient sacraments Arouse the communion In wake of the living apparition The stone of tombs, my laurel branches Tabernacle stone, over the resting bones The farthest star radiates brighter Traces of the firmament made clearer Sanguinary voices raise foreboding I have trespassed the realm of the undead I have lain in forbidden citadels With warnings, not prophesies Utterance of the foulest spirit Pythian vapours emit from the cavern Fumes exude through orifices of man We shall known the bodies are but vessels Of oracles channelled by unearthly hands A bone protrudes through the earth No longer caressed by the worm Sanguinary voices raise foreboding I have trespassed the realm of the undead I have lain in forbidden citadels With warnings, not prophesies Utterance of the foulest spirit 3. Purgative Circumvolution Emetic ways Ratri falls As Kalaratri dawns Purgative rites The hidden truth Avidya cast aside On this seventh night Purgative circumvolution The once written Once told prophecy We devour our own flesh As the serpent meets the head Shedding skin in adoration of sin I shall become Purgative circumvolution Our mantra, our just reward The head and the yes that stare To the crescent moon of Shiva We shall crawl Copulate to defile Yield no heart towards desire Cast perception into the fire Shiva does not end in Shakti Feast on the breasts of Kali This is the rite of Shiva At one with the way I have become To exert is not to suffer Follow the voice of fleeting images Where foundations are sightless winds The black pearl grows unabated Seen only by those initiated The visions of the grand mother Emetic ways Ratri falls As Kalaratri dawns Pearls of wisdom adorn Our chain of searching Will transforms to a black stone Heralded by the great yearning From an origin of time unknown This is the pilgrimage of wandering The temples are of sand not stone To the crescent moon of Shiva I crawl Crawl to the crescent moon of Shiva 4. Glorification of the Impure Gathering, summoning of ancient ones From ancient times To offer a sacrifice Into mystic climes A corpse arose, unburied For centuries lost In glorification of the impure The corpse arose In the blessed name of Shiva The corpse is rising Revealing death's curse Which reigns supreme Manifesting all which that is holy Impurity Doctrines I invoke Upheavals I practice Sermonising invocations This is the aura of my existence I glorify His name I glorify the ancient ways Evoking ancient beliefs 5. Full Moon Dawn Verily the dusk will approach The one which revels with a shapeless scythe Oft the waves of truth will lead me to bind The hands of faith under the cloak of unrest To sleep beneath elemental slumber A gleam of surrender will unfurl Nearing nocturnal isolation Chants of winds and of silent streams Dissolve the unending meridian Climes and steppes coalesce As the sentinel abides Towards the crepuscular dawn Begotten from his mind The moon; and from his eye The sun had birth Wearily observing the lunation Inviolably casting allegiance To sidereal projections Rest shall not overtake The pilgrimage to the unholy grave Towards the crepuscular dawn Return the source, the veil of night Implore the return of the old gods Full moon dawn, the womb of night Mounds, languid, converge with the ether Transfigured branches hang Testimony to ones which stood And cast over the air Peace rests nevermore Self-abandonment is involuntary To relinquish a human sense To permeate into infinite earth Contemplating the frozen veins Of rejuvenation Under the ruminant oaks Where sages once lay To claim their renaissance Boundless river shine One last surge before the dawn Tides ever flowing Under the incandescence of the sun Return the source, the veil of night Implore the return of the old gods Full moon dawn, the womb of night Return to the source The veil of night Embrace the full moon dawn Verily the dawn shall awaken us Engulfing, rapturous nocturnal isolation Open the unending meridian Separated by this frozen hour As the sentinel abates Under the full moon dawn I shall be free Under the full moon I stand Beneath the empress of man