Faith from BLACKARHATS by OBSKKVLT

FAITH

Black Books, Memories, Dreams, Reflections.
Unfolded by The Anagrammatist
A gale of unconscious revelations
Life has burst forth and flooded over me like a stream

Servants of Faith,
holding the hope of change.
Closing the gates,
An old cult becoming a creed-fake.
Servants of Faith,
holding the hope of change.
Open the gates,
a new time has come and there’s no scape

An ominous atmosphere around me
the inner images are now colliding
I set on fire my soul for the sickness
my hands, breaking down this lethargy in chains.

Servants of Faith,
holding the hope of change.
Closing the gates,
An old cult becoming a creed-fake.
Servants of Faith,
holding the hope of change.
Open the gates,
a new time has come and there’s no scape.

An extract in german of Septem Sermones ad Mortuos, C.G.Jung

Voices are coming, all around.
Lack of faith becoming the path itself.
Echoes resounding from the past.
The free men returning to their path,
through a secret doctrine.

ANAGRAM: NAHTRIHECCUNDE GAHINNEVERAHTUNIN ZEHGESSURKLACH ZUNNUS.

Inspiration: Septem Sermones ad Mortuos, C.G.Jung

• Black
• Death
• Industrial
• Metal
• Obscure
• Occult
• Spain