Every limit rises from a fortuitous desire
With the indelible threshold of consciousness above nature
That alights on he who seeks for truth and solace in failure
Embraced by a whisper which promised knowledge to the mud
Crossing the fiery path, liberation will be found
Underneath the curtain of an ending horizon
Where the silence reigned below his exalted crown
And shaked the ground with a choir of gold
Centuries passed in the germinate of his seed
Enspiriting the bioma of wilderness and taiga
Harvesting the infertile earth
With the diluted blood of the deceased
In roots that danceth upon the green point on her skull
Blood mother, rose crowned queen!
Honour the unquestioned retribution
Endow my spirit! In an antinomian approach
With the vigour of the emerald gift of the night
Feed the source of emptiness in liminality
As above, so within and below!
Fires of awakening, honour the unquestioned retribution!
Be my guide, grant me glory and redemption
Hear my call to the lord of thorns!