Old manners
and ancient memory
Imprisoned
in infinte depths
Of human
soul
Unleashed
with pagan pride
Ritualistic
nights and moons’ ceremony
Exact place
in whole cosmos
as one key
to a door
This night
the stars we ride
Spirits
blackened , others in white
leading us
to alter-realms
to meet
their lord
We witness
their wedding , through the night
silver
light , erevos marries
a burning
image througout the fog
The bride
bleeds , skies are red
The sun is
rising to cleanse her bed
He chases
her to unbind her debt.
She marries
her husband again and again.
- Amon , Φ.Άμον
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