The Key To The Gates Of Apocalypse

I light the candles of my sorcery

The blood is on the altar

It flows from the sacrificed

And fills the bowl to the top

The visions of the ones

That are impossible to call

Gash through the mysteries

That was summoned by me

The steps of vicious Apocalypse

Beside the gates of Armageddon

Where the death tears its mask

And I see its triumphant smile

On the cold damned face

This is my triumph too

I am the keeper of the key

I left the future and abandoned

To the unknown

The gates are opened

The visions of the ones

That are impossible to call

Gash through the mysteries

That was summoned by me

Beyond the nature

Beyond the understanding

Somewhere it evilly opens the maw

From which it discerns the hollow

In the expanse

On the both sides of goodness

And evil

You can't confront it

It's out of the understanding

The top of creation or creator

Wrathfully throw in the time

The billows of the poisoned unknown

Darkness and cold

There is no light

There is no words inside this thought

To stop the time means

To live with it

The space opens the gates

Straight to Algol where its clack light

Burn the rest of life. The wind of my

Glide to the purgatory

I am here face to face with the unknown

Here is the key to Apocalypse!

The soul is wiped

By the asteroids of lie

To find the way is the fate

Of the powerful race

Gliding to the top of awareness

Fall to the pit of unknown

Where's the end of the way?

The endlessness and darkness

Are in front

There is no comprehension of belief

It was not borne here

The triumph of the powerful race!

Goodness, evil. I see the edge

But I can't understand it

It's out of my nature

The one that could flood

Drown here

The one that could kill

Die here

The strength dies here

Only to be borne again

The caravans of stars

Gash to the past

The future was long ago

I'm closer to the stars birth

In the billows of misty emptiness

Appears the borders

Light Darkness Cycle

The dying and galloping back

Through the time nowadays

Born in the circle of the past death

Giving the life to certain parts

Of the universe (where there is nothing

Of my habits)

Against the theory of perfection

Dissimilar and separate all clear

From being misunderstood, Light from Darkness

I see the silliness in it

But this is my nature

I feel how it breaks in me

And I leave that, which

haven't been ever seen

Evil or Gods are borning in me

And now discerning maws of

The Black Holes

Surround the shell of this

That I have seen

The past is born here

And I see it carrying the awfulness

What is involving me here

Through these mysteries?

Misunderstanding or intelligence

That reach the perfection

I will not give answers

To myself, because there are

Not any

Drowning in the rivers of

Ignorance and emerging

In the seas of mind power

The giving hand will take all back

The tear will not drop

It will leave out of time

And the top of that (its bottom) will leave it

Out of nature

Another dimension

Where mountains are pits

And gulfs are peaks

Don't need to continue

We can't understand it

It's far from our understanding

The thought dies at first

And then born here

The law? There is no of it!

It's so far but situated near

In magic rituals it flies as trice

It is impossible to see it

But it involves in its nets

And coldness kills the warmth

The absence of movement and

You are forgotten in eternity here

Ancient symbols tell about great race

The faded flowers borne again

On the ashen rests of the skies

And space opens the gates!

Somewhere in the darkness

I lost my name

But found something different

The opened eyes looking farther

Than only trice

There are no borders from this time

The black ellipse through which

The time die is in front of me

Where the dances of black holes

Don't assemble with consciousness

There, where the road

With further landscape of

Unnatural admitting leads

Where the eternity is equal

To trice, where the trice doesn't

Equal to everything and eternity

Doesn't have equality

Light Darkness Cycle

The outcome - unknown

The straight understanding and that

which is impossible to describe

all change around

my fall into the heights of

our gates of nature...

I opened my eyes

I saw that candles already dimmed.