Lord Blasphemate Ophisophia 1. Intro Hail Satan/Twilight the Stones Gods Sometimes i feel sad I look at my life as a mirror That reflects an opaque image Like a broken glass That reflects images of who have never been I feel lonely in a crowd A boat wreck in the middle of an empty sea Surronded by hipocrisy human What made me the wisdom to hate I try to be an island No boats to take me anywhere I just close my eyes And do not see anything Run away, closer to myself And then sleep... Subtract the depths of the Fears that sleep forget Back to the dark womb of the crib And before birth and, death... Inside me there is a void Of planets that revolve in a vaccum In th silence of nothingness A Slow dance of the cosmos in perfect harmony My idols fell to the ground My altars are empty Filled only with the feeling of nothing With the dust of gods that were 2. Ra Hoor Khuit Where are you my brother? Where are you my sister? The night are so dark. And the cold that a i fell Freezes even my soul. The sound that i hear is like the far lament of those who was left behind. Lost in the maze of nothing leaching between the hands the grains that fall from the hourglass of centuries and centuries ago. RA-HOOR-KHUIT. The pantheon of gods fill the most high place HOO-POOR-KRAIST-IST you color is blue HERU-PRA-KRAAT. Her eyes are fire that lights my night red so intense that guides me in the dark as the sun shine. As the oil in my forehead a role flared, words written in blood saw ashes and the wind takes. 3. Pentagrammatica Libertate Doxa Fato God...What bursts of purulence body infectec. Exudes his cadaverousodor in the templos of dementia. What degradation, abject minds who boasted to the fallacy of salvation. Sleepwalkers... defector... miserables... gather in their temples ethereal Camorra, because they can not see and the reality ofanything. Photophobia, decadent, crawl on the crutches of the priesthood. His celibacy is the major injury that dividade pollutesthe earth, the goddess matter, the flaming star. Its tenets are sepucrais larvae of decrepit fathers, iconolatry servile ideology. No...no...no...I can not be silenced! My heart breaks with fury at such infamy. My throat barks the words that are like thorns on his brow and my word is like nails on her frail hit the cross. No more tolerance, the time the lamb is gone. Agnes I died, overwhelmed by the weight of its own failure. Rise Wolf,I am the wolf. Rise to Lion, Im the lion. Lambs and wolves can not live together anymore, they die first. My flesh is transubstantiated, my eyes are fiery and behold, I raise my brow. In it, a number stand out. Ancestor figure, reveals the human fulfillment. I am the alpha, omega in my hands is the final chapter...This is the moment of true human redemption. 4. Ophidian Prometheus Inside me there's a demon roaring Ripping and tearing, the certainty that one Day dreamed of having, your saliva is an Acid that burns my skin and blinds my Eyes. Its a cry in the wind that shoots Ancestor ancient words of bygone times And dead times, like the sandstorm in the Desert barren, burying temples of magnificence Inside me there's a demon, that raised in My heart, because the pain of a dismal Existence. My tears are like the dew that Waters the plants hungry for life, who now languish buried by the existence of anything The dawn is near. The era of certainties Take precedence before the hypocrisy of all The pallid incompetence hanging on a Cross, watched helplessly the end of his empire of illusons Here comes a time in the aeon 5. Thelemic Prelude to Mr.Motta 6. Ophisophia Squalid Delphic voluptuous form. Sinuante snake edema Biform creative androgyny of contrasts Balances the universe to go twisted the caduceus Revel the creation to bite your tail Leviathan, Samael, Lilith, Naemah Your skin is home to the forms that has no end Symbols of ancient rites Mystery of human ancestry Divine Goddess kundalini Renew your skin, in the eternal circle of rebirth You are the Alpha and the Omega, The principle endless, ever-changing in the matter How many people have worshiped your image? How many sacrifices have already laid at your feet? Tree of wisdom, are the reason free That in itself is home to the mysteries that Has no end 7. Lux Lugrubius Liturgy Moloch, Prince of the land of tears In the arid fields of bones and dut, I Dared to raise my voice In the dry river best, the years passed Like grains of sand in a hourglass And the seeds that played on a sand burial Sounded like the cry of a child in the Womb of his mother dry Look, a dead body falls asleep in a tree Crowned, the thorns will pierce the surface Dismal incompetence hanging on a cross Ideas of a madman, who sowed Blaslphemy Sterile in the ears of the blind will Sheep-sacrifice, the sacrifice to go On the altar of freedom, their bodies tremble As if to touch death Can no longer break the chains and therefore They hide in their decrepit photophobia Afraid of the morning sunlight