"He who sought was the One who found and thus endured ere long All was but Dust and silence…" He, who revealed thus, was crowned in deep clouded ghastliness Worshipped by arts that razored shape of Him in their carnal And In his lake of spit Cleansed, indulging and drunk with lust Forever cast out spirit of the earth from their poisoned wombs. Last tears of the presence aforeknown have filled his cup with enduring sorrow. As He, with His eyes by darkness inflamed, gazed upon the shores once luminous. And whereas the matter of all Evil appeared the shadow of Him He baptized the Reversal of I. Of all the worthless sacrifices judged by His hand, not a soul was ever reborn in bliss By the horrid path with Alongside d**h to redeem, Banish all the hearts that in secrecy weep With no light to emerge everafter And, with Claws of Shame, tear the dawn No thought carries figures away from their shells No mourning will ever claim the fallen spirit "In Him, We who sought, in Him delight We found and thus laved in the waters of Individuum"