Acherontas - Sermons of the Psyche lyrics

Harsh and terrible is thy
Path amongst these ruins
Eyes set to your ascension
And eyes to your fall
A majestic enantiodriomia
A clash of destinies untold
Twenty-two arrows shall pierce thy heart
As your bow shall become thine shadow
Your face shall turn to
The sanctioned grounds
As your gaze shall be set towards godhood
A crescendo of illusion and
Delusion has sprung
Since the third creation of
These mundane soils
Coiling this world to glory and decadence
Yet thou shall yield
Your ever-polished sickle
And you shall reap, you shall shatter
You shall tear a blaze ever elusive as
Thine fermented shadow
A victory buried under a mountain of gold
A golden arrow for the lord
Of the eternal hunt
A silver arrow for the mistress of gnosis
A brazen arrow for the brazen child
An arrow of ether for the hunter