Part I [What Awaits at Death's Gates] What awaits at death's gate  Hast mine kingdom come? Or is my golden dream dethroned by oblivion? Part II [Inferno Andante] Slowly With Trepidation rich I walk the lonely walk through the inferno 9 circles of sorrow await my creation Tomb spirits coming into and out of existence  Wandering, lost in eternity  Or oblivion, as life has made it seem A grim and morbid dream  Only to suffer the throes of melancholy Masochistically  As I walk the eternal lonely walk  Through the inferno andante  Seven vices Pale as the ghost  Hailing from a pentagram carved into the top of a castle  Older than time but younger than the existence of mine  My time has come, my time has gone  This path I walk extending beyond  All senses Infinity is even intimidated  But wintry shadows moved and caressed my fiery form  Relaxing my body  Gone are feelings of lovelorn jocundity  Acceptance of the path I take to the golden hell bound gate blocking eternity Oblivion wanders to and fro ever lasting waters that run like tears down the face of the Raven  The guiding aviary  Walking with me  Through inferni andante  Part III [Visions in the Imperi] Portraits animate  To reveal the face  Each of the heptagonal regency Belphegor, Prince of sloth Yet giver of inventions from ingenious cloth Asmodeus, Prince of lust  Yet provider for procreation and free us from a path to dust  Satan, and Amon, Princes of wrath Yet emotions each knows never should be restrained until bloodbath  Beezelbub, Prince of gluttony Yet metabolic tempter for the fruits of victory (and her spoils) Leviathan, Prince of envy  Yet he knows progress is never to be chained indefinitely Particularly coveting what one lacks and others do not  Traits that advanced each one of us to the dawn of a new time (the death and reincarnation of each day) Mammon, Prince of greed Yet he rules with Leviathan's envy to unlock the gate with the key Found deep in knowledge's library  Vaster than the macrocosm  And stronger than Atlas  Lucifer, the Prince of pride  So called deadliest sin to die  Wings seemingly broken by God in sky  Yet he (Lucifer) is the one that has driven us  Given us  The ways to better us Part IV [Realization] Indulgence, but not compulsion Is the true way to live by the seven sins As prophesied on The ides of March's dawn By the seventh son of a seventh son  And I see from afar the full moon And the sun  Becoming One  I will walk this infernal walk I will walk this eternal walk Even if my lifetimes uncountable Were to chain me to the rock.  Part V [Coda/Reprise] I will walk this infernal walk I will walk this eternal walk Even if my lifetimes uncountable Were to chain me to the rock. 

Neurosis of the flies  When snow falls like black blood  Entombing the shrine  Unreality reveals itself  Excremental decomposition of souls  Edified  In a world of sorrow  Watch as the flies try to devour  What has never died nor lived  What is virtue? What is sin? The flies grow mad, famished and exhausted Neurosis has birthed from, As with Coprophagia in Babylon,  And Like the goat of a thousand young, A Planck time spent in human dung. 

She... Rules the constellation  Under her  Turning the song of the macrocosm Hereunto a dirge Prepare, for the imperial beauty A queen transcendental  Like Hecate but of the mortal world May we faint by her embrace  Even she, however, carries dark truths Resting quiescently beneath her skin Ruthlessness awaits you all Unless you kneel before  The empress of this dimension Holder, keeper of the keys (to the pearly gates) Pearls, if cast before swine  Are an augury of a fate too cruel for the mind  Lesser keys of lesser beings  Mercurous they become Entering the eye of the pentagram  Rapt in starlight All shall hail The Blasphemous Imperial Goddess of Northern Hellfire and Satandarkness Eterna regina, veni. How fiery her spirit And how lithesome her form Her beauty intimidating  To the weak Mementa Regina Remember the queen  Whose beauty  Eclipses the moon serpent  Such beauty  I could only behold before in dreams But I know now my time has come forward  So spake the prophecies... Sanguine blasphemies By the sword of Suns  Beasts join as one  For the queen  Of beauty, but also total, pandemic destruction. (Dedicated to Ruth Palmer.)

(Instrumental, but accompanying text here) Þar kemr inn dimmi dreki fljúgandi, naðr fránn, neðan frá Niðafjöllum; berr sér í fjöðrum, - flýgr völl yfir, - Niðhöggr nái. Nú mun hon sökkvask. From below the dragon dark comes forth, Nithhogg flying from Nithafjoll; The bodies of men on his wings he bears, The serpent bright but now must I sink. (Excerpt from the last verse of Völuspá)