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The Priests of TransitionLying down over a v-shaped stone cradleMy head hangs out Like where the shepherds usually slaughter their cattle Silence reigns... I'm in the middle of a five-end star And each point is kept by a gloomy custodian Shaping a circle of light between each other Open arms simulating a cross and two more are close to me...close to me... Instead of eyes they have two deep black holes Steaming... Each brow has different strange engraving symbol... ...Gleaming blood-red. Tongues of fire above the seven heads Unholy Ghost which steers that impious souls Creatures of the Underworld loyal to their Lord, The Master Of The Gateway, Will guide my being all along the dimmest trip. ...FLY... ...FLY OFF... They have no eyes because the don't need At all... They see all that's invisible for the vast majority of humans. What's on the other side... I see their talk but I don't listen anything I suppose the reciting of some kind of strange prayers. I feel a prick on my neck and the warmth of my blood Caressing my face before it falls inside... inside a clay vessel... (Melodic solo by Incuberus) When the last drop has been shed out of my throat I'm still conscious and start to hear sounds leaving their mouths Nothing I understand. I feel my body hovering but myself has not stirred from this place. ...FLY... ...FLY AWAY... One of both priests are in the center near me The tallest, the loudest voice, Is who gives the orders to proceed on the ceremony And the other one reclines my head... Luminous green fluid's introduced inside by injection Burning me up inwardly It hurts in a great pain never felt before... ...Unable to scream or move... I begin to understand all they say while carry the altar I'm on Three by each side Following The Principal who talks ahead singing towards The Porch, lighted at our coming And I fall in a deep sleep... ...Dream on... |