Babalon Working

Year is one, God is done, celebrate the new dawn
Year is one, God is done, celebrate the new dawn

I kneel before thee, on the verge of suicide
I kneel before thine altar, Thanatos' bride
Born under the stars of Orion and black light of the Sirius B
Born from the heart of Satan, Mitzi Dupree

Death has ten thousand incarnations
The cold silence of space hammering the earth
With soundless vibrations
As above, so below
The gods of emptiness crush down nations

Celestial spheres, dark gorges
Hidden corners, silent forests
The mechanical demons of the DMT cities
Lurking in the four corners of the universe
In my aether scented dreamtime journeys
I have seen them, and I long to open the watchtowers

And let them in to our world of carnage
To destroy to rape and pillage
To diminish our justice and laws
Demons lurking the vast space between times
Waiting for the Babalon Working
Watching us continue our crimes

The Year is One