Anti-sphere's Wine Lyrics

The tree of tradition has dried
Still its roots embrace us tight
Leaving their brand on wounded skin
Asphyxiating the striving kin

Carving bonds of earthly affection
Delusion turning reality's rational
Consuming the dragon's deadly rhyme
Craving for the anti-sphere's wine

Grasping for the rays of thousand wisdoms
In infinite universes' surrounding SUNS
To burn in the unforgiving fires of JHWH's wrath
And gain from the desolation a counter-craft
A counter-craft

Deliberate, Extricate, Illuminate
Irritate, Consternate, Exasperate

Immaculate, Orgasmic extasy
Annihilate, Devastate, Disintegrate

Holy nails smashed through Anahata
Dripped into the well of the promethean
A golden emanation for progress
The divine stream leads the process

Holy nails smashed through Anahata
Dripped into the well of the promethean
A golden emanation for progress
The divine stream leads the process