Yoth Iria
Flame of the Whirling Swords
1. Dance of the Damned
2. Flame of the Whirling Swords
In formless, nameless void
A blazing sphere is born
Reaches, rises, bears the world
Calls the hatching souls
On the endless paths of the serpent
Back to primal luminance, the mortals coil
In between, through Tiphareth and Yesod
The crown’s spark of life descends deep into Malkuth’s soil
Spine of the ether
That carries the cosmos
Ouroboros invisible
Embrace us from beyond
Dissolve our pain
Of severance from you
In your eyes
The abyss stares at itself
Scourge of all oblivion
Flame of the whirling swords
In your hands
The end melts the beginning
Bane of death’s triumph
Flame of the whirling swords
At the end of all things
When infinity runs out
When space has been devoured
By the hunger of Sheol
Remember us, and take us
Into your storm of dissolution
Your crush - our incantation
Your whirling swords - our psalm
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