Barbas X Aamon

Transmutation and deviation as my skin eclipses
When a gospel of sin is whispered and mysteries open
Thorns that gore out the onus of thralldom
That unfurl from the lion’s putrid tongue

A crematory exultation of flickering wolf’s fur
Uncoils the ophidian tail of the vampyric Gandr
I arise cowled… lustrous as a raven’s wing
In tyrannous levitation on carpal bayonets of eisheth

What was and what shall be
The raven’s crown holds the key
To avow a noctulean breath of fire
The therian stream towards Satan