The Black Serpent

The dead constellation, destined for the

downfall

uncovers the allmighty winnows

that lie in icy grave,

exiled by the light

The rock that's stiffened in itself

follows the nocturnal cry

of the doomed angel

and gives birth to the black serpent

in the shoot of the cleansing decay

The whore with the poisoned eyes

that are lit by dark moonlight

is like chaste blasphemy

in the middle of a deepblack lake

Only when stone chains, born in the shrine made

of bone,

lift up the stream of my animalistic duality to

the source

of the dark power

It will be the password

that you forgot

like the chair

that has been missing for some time