Shamanic Cosmocrator - Hegemon

Despise the setting sun

Is something we have done

Seeking the core of our own deep conscience

Is imprinted deeply under our skin

Crushing the lies to reclaim what is our, our crown

Creating this universe of darkness, fear and agony

That «Satan» is on our way

Is the strongest trap they formed

To dominate, to spill the blood

Chaining our spirit, free, in bliss only

In bliss only

All that exists

Comes from our thoughts

Not from religious viruses

In this realm of pain and agony

The strange fear we feel of questioning what’s real (Seeking, seeking)

Despis the setting sun (Finding)

Is something w have done (Killing, killing, killing)

All that surrounds us is illusion

Time is the only real conception

We create when we are not enslaved

We reach divinity

We have ridden the serpent, the world’s dark spine

It is us that can break this enshrouded circle

The Serpent, world’s dark spine

In this realm of lies and tyranny

We seek to find deeply

The origin of what’s wrong

What’s wrong

What’s wrong