The Alchemists of the Radiant Sepulchre (Act II) - Acherontas

Gravity born asunder from the distant polarity

Our Will forming and shaping the Cosmos

Invincible and dazed, inebriated by ecstasy

Our Gaze transforms the Malebolge, again and again

The Nether-horned Androgynous reaps the riddles of Empedokles

The circle is drawn and brought to the Seven Dimensions

What is Ôhy Name, Thy Nature, Thy Essence, Thy Hierarchy?

What is that terrible form, rising with tremor and smeared in Victory?

The Eyes of the Pneuma turn silent

Whence the Sun is clad in gold and sapphire gowns

The Alchemists chant and chant the Mantras of the Kings

Sung and sewn in sinister, tremendous seance

Thus and Thus, from the Alphas of Khem to the End of Creation

Our Voices crack the cluster of matter

Forth and below, beyond and above

We are baptized again in the salted waters of the Nile

From the glorious Land of Cush, to the edge of existence

We are the herd of Ezequiel, the Shamans of Kephra

Ôhe Alchemists of the blazing, Midnight Sun