The Phosphorescent

We who were lifted from the moral swamp of man

stand with eyes turned upwards and ashes on our wings

arose we like titans in this immense heat of power

that melted into creeks the shackles 'round our limbs

The blazing light of Satan with passion we adore

as there is not an emblem of wisdom more sublime

so pure in its essence that a shadow it casts not

but penetrates the body and the spirit alike

Once marked as His own... forever we now glow

Our anthems we sing to the Sun of million forms

for it is by His rays that illusions are dissolved

Unharmed we'll remain by the virtue of our oath

though fangs wound the flesh and venom fills the veins

In this garden where we blossom with fully opened petals

the things long forgotten are those about to dawn

and the tips of our branches that stretch ever inwards

reach through the veil of being to touch the face of Naught

On the path of Boundless Life... death means not demise

Our anthems we sing to the Sun of million forms

for it is by His rays that illusions are dissolved

How lost are they whose eyes never adapt

to the darkness that reveals the treasures of the Self

how cursed are they whose ears never adjust

to the silence that recites the words we once forgot

and how dead are they whose hearts never react

to the forces that transfix all dimensions with their call

Our anthems we sing to the Sun of million forms

for it is by His rays that illusions are dissolved