Layil

Sons of daughters of Cain

Unclean breed of the original murderer

Children of the wastelands

Of the poison of God, of the mother of abortions

Serpent born

Now turn against each hindering law of God

In the wilderness

North of edenic illusion

Via bridges that lead from the roots of the outer tree

- Sitra ahra begins to unveil

Awake, awake!

In invocation and still contemplation

For the soul becomes a cup

And the treasures of the night the wine therein

With eyes open wide

The fruit is like the grape of the vine

Death becomes the mother of life

As their sons and daughters give in to the most deviant perversion!

In the chalice of water above

The human number is divided in two

Rending the two-fold dwellers of the deep

In the abyss, a gate to worlds unexplored

The forbidden fruit of the outer tree

Liberates from the slave-like rest of Eden

The birth place and the temple of a world separated from God

Your sorrow, your suffering

Your pitiful longing for union!

Your efforts, your struggles

Tears and halos fall as rain from above

Drowning the world in a deluge of emptiness

The deep becomes the devourer

Can't you see what has risen here?

A paradise without restrictions!

We stare in awe through the seals

And let the speech of the light bearer in

To resonate in the darkest reaches of the human mind

Listen, oh listen!

To a voice older than human language

The serpent's promise

As alive and clear as its been for centuries