Epoch of Cyclosure

Behold, the skull-bearer -

The one who illuminates the sacred balance,

He has returned,

Black stars mark his way through the eons -

Lie down and he will sever your ties,

His dance - the movements that lack directional Orientation, in trance -

The intensity of ecstatic stimulation,

Immersed in frenzy -

Submerge and feel the pure, unrestricted force,

Feel the force vibrating through spirit,

Re-behold the black stars,

For they embody the essence of thunderbolt

Behold, the architects -

The creators of passages

That connect all the spheres and worlds,

Like swirling hexagrams above the skull-bearer -

The absolute halo is awakening, their dance -

The diversity of movements that pierces all the Limitations, in ecstasy -

Penetrate through the somnolent flames that form

The circle of bliss immersed in frenzy - submerge and Feel the pure, unrestricted force, at last,

Touch the trident and feel yourself as a skeleton