Dancing flames reflect a purple light

Dyeing the room with a

mysterious stillness

Wrapped in the ineoriating haze

of the fumed incense

We were sitting at the table

pleasantly stunned by the sweet

pungent smell of storax

Martyrized with ircos, oleum

libani, commiphora

The white goddess was ruling the night

And the old bell heralded the

arrival of Kephra

Our fingers were riding the

ethereal dimension which

embraces everything



"I'm the guardian of the east

gates, master of the whirling air

I am him who opens the threshold

The portal is opened to you,

holders of the ninth key"

I think their sound and technique

In the intensity of powers

The ninth evoked energy was

waiting for us

Beyond the black diamond gates

it sounds great, and for me it's

"My name is Astharoth-Astarte"

it hurled

"I am him-her who walks in the dark

Who will lead you to ecstasy

I will give you the power of revenge

'Cause you are my sons

May the power of evil be with you

So that your souls can prepare for the call

In a place, sacred to you,

celebrate with dances, chants and fires

You will couple in rapture

And I will enjoy your lust

I am the ninth key, the ninth flame of hell

Young, chaste with innocent fleshes

You will fetch her to me"



Magic resins have worn out

Scents have faded

Tum, patient, is waiting

But He-She is still walking with us