The Circle Lyrics

Four fetid skulls arranged within a circle
Yellowed bone adorned with charred ashes
Marking each with a symbol which denotes a life well lived
or hollowly done
It is not for me to say it's why I bring them here
That the mistress might appear and assign them value
A fifth skull is required to complete the circle
Should the mistress approve and see the ritual renewed

The air grows cold the sign of her approach she comes eager this night
Floating just above the ground she glides towards me
Nothing more than a mask and a crimson cloak
She comes to view my baleful gift

She looks to me with expectation I present two open palms
There is nothing in the satchel her visage changes to perplexion
I unclasp my cape, I present my throat
I have found and give to her the fifth skull

Sorcery is in my blood I cling to the laws of chaos
Blind we become if so fortunate are we
Shielded from the origins of the chaos we crave
Peering into the chasm which splits the heavens in twain
Discipline creates everything, unimpeded lawlessness
Pouring from the chasm, careening to earth

Temet Nosce (4x)
You are a follower yearning to be a creator
What are you going to do?
I am a crimson cloak enveloping dark nothing
I know you see it too
Temet Nosce (2x)