Moonthrone Golgotha - Garden Of Shadows

Oh In the garden of shadows have I wandered
Carressing the night by the dulcet tones of the mourning choir
Where the ninth hell swells, where the dragon's skull
Feeds through its tendrils like malevolent spires
Where I chose to be led past the graves of the seventh gate
To atone through my burning purify me through fire

Oh Belphegor, lord of shadows at the nightside of Tiphareth
For too long had I worn the gown of piousness
But in your garden I battle with strife
Oh how my pride had blighted my sight
Teach me now to pierce through this ignorance
Guide me forth to your realms of understanding
I call thee, Belphegor

Now the heights of ivory towers
Dissolve like fallen nations in humility of defeat
Both sides within me
How naive to have forgotten
With the grace of the serpent dual paradoxes meet

Oh, Lilith, Shakti burn through my being
Cleansing by innermost fire
Kali remove the heads of my vanity
Surrender to death, does your wisdom know best?

Now abandoned by my allies and guides
Stripped of my senses where the lamp of the Hermit burns in inverted light
Alone, in sorrow I mourn, rejected by the race of man, I suffer isolation
But he who walks where none have tread finds just elation
The next path leads to my trial by scorching fire

In vile apotheosis, metamorphosis complete
I see it all through dark's expanse
The sight of the elite
The shadow of Eden where truth is found in light's collapse
The wise illumined by the obscene

I need not your pity
I need not your assistance
How whole I am in violent revelation

No thirst for your balms
To me your ways are barren graves
Recycled repetition from which I have strayed

Alone, in sorrow I mourned
Now I reject the race of man
Embracing isolation

For you are a poison
In soul and mind alike
I find strength in the ancient paths
Ascending over Daath

Through deserts I wandered
Barren of life
Craving death
The end of my strife
But thou who has found me
Thou art myself in all but name
I drink of your strength
We are one and the same

Through wormhole void
Through the throat of chaos tunnels
Through the womb of night
I pierce three negative veils

All things cleaved
But the formless and nameless
A final step
Regressing waters of Ain

Where light and dark collide
Stripped of my shackles
Unbound by time
One with the cosmos
All spheres aligned
Withershins I move reversing waters of light
The void from which forms are born then die
Removing autocracy of the demiurge's crime
With the chalice of gnosis
I see the cause of birth defects
Never again beheld to cause's effects