The Crown of Burning Stars

This shining torch we carry

The bridge of status quo disappears behind us

An impulse to sublimination

The desire to embrace the divine within us

Summoning the fury of Chaos to find

The forbidden yet majestic fire which comes from below

The maze of doubts leading to knowledge

The one which destroys or exhilarates

Let this worship be like a thundering storm

Possessing yet unchaining the souls of thy disciples

Each new door is a key to this perilous realm

The burdens of what once was now lay in ruins before our eyes

Dare to revere adversity as much as triumph

Proudly forging and ferociously shapening the spirit

A monument to honour: the Promethean temple

To reach and receive the crown made of slamming stars

His glory is ours as he lives through us