Interpret:

Behemoth

Album:

Satanica

Children of technocracy invoke synthetic spirits 
Plastic crosses choke perspiring necks 
MAAT - I cast dices, but curtain of future is still hermetic closed 
Rise! Rise up my Soror, and you, my Father - 
High! Towards the stars when the white fire 
Which purifies and melts all false sacrament 


Ashes' power equal thousands suns 
Mysterys' structures are like chaos of known 
Objectivism is subjective mandala of reality 
Fractals - flaming spaces consume ego's order 
Kaos Keraunos Kybernetos 


Lamipsos 
Illumination in the face of thousand faces 
Gnosis obtained by descending into the tunnels of self - knowing 
When thunders of ecstasy strike black waves of unconscious sea 
I swim, float, drift, scream... "Aiwasss" 
And barriers of self change in legion of escaping bats 
L.V.X.