The Worshipper

"I am waiting
"Dead but dreaming"
For my time
The time
Of Master
Of my God
Of darkness
Of light that shines from
Behind the stars
Behind everything
That is now rotten
Times
Which were nothing
Lies of the past
Era of human indulgence
But now
I am waiting
The time which is near
The time which is gone so long before
The time of my Master
The time of awakening from the life
The time of superior truth of death"
I've swallowed the swords
Which were meant for you
I've suffered the nails
Which were crafted for your persecution
You ignorant ones are who I hate
With this titanic wrath
With this all-consuming hatred.

Pain is the meaning
Pain is the glory
In this pain are the keys of all holiness
Hearken as I bless you
Feel the exaltation of the pure flames
The edge of Satan's sword
Pressing its godly mark on you.

"I see, brothers
You won't believe me
But I see
That something which has crept so long in the dark
Would soon be an erect God amidst us
Amidst our dreams, the Truth
Born from chaos, and of death its life is strengthened
My Master
Come, I pray, knowing that you will
Emerge, I am thy gate
I am the altar
I am no self, I am everything
Holiness, the blasting light of new dawn's majesty
But will they see?
Without eyes? - I thought not"

Blood-painted dawn of eternity
Gates of fire, I see as the billowing clouds break
In my prayer of darkness
Kneeling at my altar of stone and the one of flesh
This putrid flesh of mine
My Master, why hast thou remembered me
But not every being?
Why hast thou not told of yourself with better lips than mine
These which are black with my blood?

"I know that I am blind, my brothers
And because of this I see the light
The light, the darkness - listen and understand
Why is the flesh of earth opened to existence?
Why do the last flames still delay?
In this madness I see crystal reality as something
Broken on the palm of God
In the fist of Satan
And hearken that laugh - voice of Satan
Dismal ravishing euphoria of death
From all that is made with human hands
Perish Now"