Quod Superius Sicut Inferius - Astarte

Before him, a red light

Flames from fire set in benighted wildness

Natural resemblance made from the meeting

Devoted to the crowed mighty one

Go under the dark swales of earth

To the mournful chambers of sad hell

Cross the un-harvested sea of pulsing with lights

Under our roots

Years were banished

From the deep continent

Our home on Acheron’s shore

Gaze the black Tartaros

Out of our roots

Our bodies gaze the stars

How long the beauty last!

Till soul fall down

The «rock"of the life-chain

Branches are the heavens

Around our limbs

We embrace the unchain universe