Evoke!

Evocation of visions.

As if by paternal right.

Sitting by a flame warming my flesh.

Praying to eternal light.

All stars die.

Perpetual lie.

A light at the end of the world.

A lie at the end of the world.

Bhuddas delight.

Watching the wading and washing moon majestic in the night sky.

Peace comes at a price.

One cup a day of rice.

Pure is the virgin standing in moons pride.

Mars marching till daylight.

Child of innocence.

B******s create their own rights.

Nocturnal pact signed with own blood.

Faust laughing, the forest catching fire.

Fire! A masqued man for hire.

A ghost for the gentlemen.

A door of shadows straight trough the heart of Rome.

Secret passage into Heathen Rites.

Magdaline dance around faster once more.

Babalon comes undone.

Lemuria rises and shines.

Wet rising mountaintops shine in the sun.

A new paradise we have won.

For what?

To sin and summon Sodom.

To bathe and bask in the glory of Gomorra.

Pan has come and visit what we have done.

Passing through the bushes and trees, smiling silently.

Back to the soft moss.

The tribunal of Acients.

Treats and golems bring their tribute.

Witches raise their head and see the full moon.

Alone in the forest they dance naked to the tune.

Binary beats of nature and heart.

Seeking a sync of soul.

Calling out for more.

More!

Lancelot.

The castle is worth nothing once more.

Love endures and breaks the stones.

Yet theft from a king is treason in the highest degree.

Only a jester could foresee.

Death to a friend.

how could this be?

Merlin come enlighten me.

throw your robe around me.

Shroud me in mystery.

Scream in the dark heart of the night.

Magical vows.

Time and space fold.

Hold me tight.

Open the gate and let me pass trough.

The seers chair has three legs.

Boaz and Jachin are only two.

Let me see for once too.

Guide me trough illusions.

Portraits of the masters.

Paintings of Willaim Blake and Salvor Dali.

Destroy what keeps me chained to the walls of matter.

I call thee Kali!

Complete my cycle.

Build my desires as solid as marble.

Carve my soul a temple for the Gods.

A throne as pinnacle of this universe.

I raise my wand to the mystic sun,

Eclipse.

Signed in darkness and light.

Treaty of power and might.

Erase and resemble from noise!

True or false.

Illusion or reality.

I decide.

Abrahadabara.

So let it be!