The wind blows on the mountain side
This will be our final ride
A path that leads to an ancient lore
That no heretic has ever seen before
Unveil the spirit of the age of gold
Eternally wise, great and bold
Hidden in glades, caverns, and halls
A rocky castle where darkness flows
The heretics of death
Gather in the eagles nest
To ravel in forbidden fests
Of opium, wine and sex
Initiated to the order
Of secret holy murder
Cross the gates of blasphemy
Immortally exalt
Above the evening tower, the black stars glance
Upon the dreary bats in their twilight dance
The pale virgins bask in the fresh moonlight
In the dark waters of the slow, silent night
As great mountains under the morning sun
We become the servants of the oldest one
Do as he wilt
As his will is our revelry
No Heaven, no Hell, in immortality,
None can escape the annihilation. Woe to thee!
The heretics of death
Gather in the eagles nest
To ravel in forbidden fests
Of opium, wine and sex
Initiated to the order
Of secret holy murder
Cross the gates of blasphemy
Immortally exalt
The crooked swords within my soul would pierce
Into the flesh of this mortal universe
Like chains of lead around its flight of fire
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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