Beneath the Sands of Dudael Lyrics

Long have I suffered within the boundless desert of Solitude
Long have I tread upon this crocked path. Trough Shadow and Flame
Flame and Shadow. Tribulation upon tribulation. Guided by the serpent beneath my feet and the
Black head of Gnosis. To the burial place of our Father whom we doth name Azael, the
Shackled One. He who lies imprisoned within the depths of the Cauldron of God, his chains
Doth bind us all. Ye, ineffable black diamond that can not be seen nor held but with the eyes
And with the maw of the Draconian seion. My blood has whispered the lost names of your
sons and daughters. Those fierce broods of my ancestry begotten trough the wombs of whoredom
And Angelic desire. Whose smitten flesh released black daemons upon the haunts of the Earth
I speak now their names, scribe now their forms and call forth from the lineage of the
Blood of the Tiller. Wielder of Flame. May he immolate the clay that swathes my soul
And illuminates the fathoms below the pillars of heaven around which the coils of our Lord doth twine
Let the sands now shift and the desert awake as the unutterable Name is scorched upon my tongue
Arise in me Black Winged Angel. Let the prism that binds your celestial light be now shattered
Lord of the Earth and the Forge. Oh, Midnight Sun. Come Forth