The Golden Serpent Kundaline om the Bows of Stone of the Water and Sun Into the Temple of Salomon (Poetic Rhapsody) 가사

O holy fire serpent Where are you, winding reptile...? That poison the purest sentiment! Immortal! Is it in your black trace? In search of the God Baal pantheon's delight The symbol of obssession of the holy oracle Your long horns around the fire And your wings on the water Your magnific tail hugging the holy chalice Compress the cure of the cheated people In search of delight Tenuous on the stone of the philosophers! Jacim...Boaz... The water... The fire... The light... The darkness... Oh serpent of the Oracle! Nailed your prays in your imaginary And open your imense wings To the abbey... Blowing the ashes from the poet the infinite To scarch... The pain! Below the Astral Sunshine The star that falls on the skyline And dies... And rises... A golden Sunrise into the temple! Antenae the ancient misery of his horns The origin of the face and the link while The evil Bellow the staff of the mystic caduceus Of the eternal life... The fleshy Sacrifice! The fallen star The astral light of the father mithras The most sublime solar-phallikrás light Where are you glorious serpent? Kundaline... guard us under your look Marked for your victories! Search and rise your wings A breath of death... A golden bow! We are southern warriors Of bows and arrows Spears and swords... come to us! Here, in the woods of pain and past Oh kundaline! Kundaline... you have breath the Sunshine You breath the bastards light through the planets As well as the Cartepillar and the serpent Choose the most beautiful leaves For to deposite it's eggs The priest launches his curse Upon the most beautiful things Prisions are made with bricks of law Brothel with bricks of religion No one bird or serpent flies too much high As soon as flies with its own wings The water... The fire... The light... The dark... The rises... The Dies...