Behemoth - Lam Lyrics

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 Sorer and you, my father, high
Towards the stars when the white fire
Which purifies and melts all false sacrament

Ashes' power equal thousands suns
Mystery's 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