The Thousandfold Epicentre

I am nothing
I am no-thing
I am not...incessantly
Not of the sun
Nor of the moon
Nor of the stars...immeasurably
Not without me
Nor within me
Nothing sees...inwardly
I will not sleep
I will not wake
I will not rest...impatiently
O'Pralaya!
Let the thousand suns disperse
Free us, free us, free us
From the chains of the universe
Rouse our minds from sleep
And raise our heads in scorn
For when he walks, we rise
And we shall sleep no more
With all my heart I curse you
Whom I love so much
Your emphatic malediction
How I hunger for its touch
I bow down at your altar
The wasteland of my soul
For I shall abound in pleasure
And I shall hide my goal
Out of the many comes the one
To lay waste the all and return to the none
I call your name
Devil!
Of a thousand faces
Burning point! Oh endless disjoint
Great and pristine provider
Of nothingness and death
Oh, how the wolves are now howling
They plead for rape and grim demise
And becoming them I have left my body
In the night's blood-haunted eyes
Only a coward stands in sunlight
On the shore of God's forbidden streams
So spread your wings, Oh, Samael and darken this beggar's dreams
And make him slither through the river
As the snake did through the tree
He prepared a gate for all of us
And we await the final key
Blessed be!
From the branches of death's tree
The fruit is finally falling down
And the harvester is free
O'Pralaya!
Let the thousand suns disperse
Free us, free us, free us
From the chains of the universe
No more progression
And no more duration
Now make the clock to break
And make the heavens cry for time
I call your name
Devil!
Of a thousand faces
Burning point. Oh endless disjoint
Great and pristine provider
Of nothingness and death