Sighting

When moon rises high; when violates the sky

and stars on his shroud are dragged to follow him

The time has come to touch the mystery

through spell symbols so can peer to eternity

Candlelight, frozing shadow, the magic power of words,

Destruction of the veil of logic and of stupid human rules

Always is reason, there is no chance

There is no place for weak ones

Ceremonial magic, symbolic death is real

I hunger for the bath in the pool of your blood

in ache you will meet the pleasure of redemption

I am a fiery amulet on your breast

cauterized wound of the knowledge

An echo of ancient laments, mysterious breeze of knowledges

Power of mighties never seen by an eye

for which you dissolve as shadow eternal

Not whoever is allowed to peer...

Ceremonial magic, taste your own pain !

When moon rises high; when violates the sky

and stars on his shroud are dragged to follow him

The time has come to touch the mystery

through spell symbols so can peer to eternity