The Cult of Mithra

Singularity fades into black hole
Eating parts of my bleeding mind
Nemesis of erotism "transfert"
In these eyes, black hole fades

Illed, in my bed, my illusion never die
Illed, in my bed, my prayers are for you
In empty skies

I'll offer you, the power of the world
In your head, a golden crown
I'll offer you flesh in exchange of soul
In our sacred cult of mithra

Your temple
Your temple underground
Another strange messiah
Through our feverish skin
The flame which doesn't consume the wood
The ocean into the eyes of the blinded

Take it
These is the veil I wear
In the fulcra of our strange liturgy
When clouds stay tight
Nailed at the sky
And the mourning sacred star
Will finally be my bride

Blind, my sight, this night
Ritual forged in fire
White wings nightmares
Strange kind of flying

Your sun will rise
Your flesh will rise
Becoming our bride
Your flesh is mine

Hail you, your golden throne
Hail to, your golden snake
Hail to, your sacred soul
Your name we'll celebrate