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- Chapter VIII
Darkness made a sword of me
Every part of this inner vision
Born from experience, events, decisions
Supplements this epic canvas
Weaved from infinite tinges of darkness
This is the Great Work, the only passion
This is the Great Work in the name of Satan
Hyperborean art that slays foundations
The art committed to his spirit and his will
Crushing the ancient scrolls
Do you hear the belfries toll?
There’s no almighty in this world
To bring forth new, you must destroy
To dominate, first learn submit
Strive thee against what one forbids
Stand rigid for what you defend
But I won’t believe you till you start to bleed
Forged in fiery dimensions
Tempered in black roaring seas
Sweeping all my apprehensions
Darkness made a sword of me
In clarity of emotional silence I was
Sharpened where carnal winds blow
I only longed for victory of darkness
That made of me lethiferous sword
Those days, if you had eyes to see
You would have noticed signs
Which contained the portent
Of his forthcoming demise
Sophistications amused him no more
Hesitations were all in the past
Demonic architecture pierced
Through the human mask
Scorching chill within
Burnt my ethic skin
Killed without regret
(But) bloodthirst still unfed
So hollow and empty
In his fulfillment
Death seemed to be
For him the better, the only way
In the zenith of my powers
I shall preach by tongue of war
I cognize the delight of the struggle
The loss of battles that should be won
But always I was guided by darkness
That made of me a sword
Traveling the way to his Empire
I throw my glance toward the morning star
And still in my endless desire
It is out of reach, blazing afar
I know that final day when I will
Face the choice to die or betray
I will prefer to die for darkness
That made of me a sword
Sword is the key to heaven and hell
(Lyrics and music by Aefron)