Satanachesh Grimore کے بول

To behold the sights of the one I speak of An ageless torture to the subtle eyes in sloth Nachesh of self knowledge Ye who spit fired the gift Flaming sword put to the test Upon the anvil with solid flesh Structured by the bones And, illumined not with ease Uncoiled astral worm of death And, death is what awaits us Lactating and mongering Bitter venom of sanctification Thus it spreads the nectar In two-one-eight forms In isolation with the gift bestowed Yet stranded neath the cosmic veil Let this nausea set ye in trance Mesmerized as satanachesh dances Are ye the cause of this sudden thirst? I thrive to reach out to chashak The state of azothan is a lifelong quest This elixir commences the walk I’m mesmerized, satanachesh, now dancing Let blood of birth unite With blood of death purified As we banish the demiurge Enchanting from Satanachesh Grimore