Charnel Winds - Part Ii - The Black Temple

In the black temple mysteries unveil
Arise with the third,
O' disciples of the true living god

Engravings on the walls,
Veins opened to receive the calls,
Those of an ever-bleeding heart

O' sun-serpent, thou wind-fire
Thy fiery crest is a funeral pyre,
For the one who in the desert lies chained
Arise, O' kaos dragon
The source of my ray you are The deaths cardinal I faced

Verily, thy altar shall face west,
And be set a flame at dawn

The nature of your sacred god,
Is summoned and revealed,
In a view over cracked moonlight seal
Where the great mothers work continues.
Endlessly....

[By Shu-Ananda]