Satariel

Nihil Juggernaut

Do I quest to choose the ending of life
Go I by the stars in my microcosmos

I believe in me
The I and you
I believe in will
The atoms of God

I believe in me
The I and you
I believe in will
The atoms of God

Are we running downstairs,
with gravity upside down

I believe in me
The I and you
I believe in will
The atoms of God

I believe in me
The I and you
I believe in will
The atoms of God

When I kill either you or I
Will it hurricane, will it starve the world

When I make love to them,
am I then the dashboard of gods
Or is hope of change,
but a sweet illusion

If I change, do I still remain no different
Twisting and burning in the House of Gods
Will they be set ablaze or remain their silent gaze
Is the stage already set for the labyrinth-running rat

I believe in me
The I and you
I believe in will
The atoms of God

I believe in me
The I and you
I believe in will
The atoms of God

300 Years Old

There's got to be a reason
There's got to be a meaning
For all this effort marked,
by centuries of questions and doubts

I was blinded, turned deaf to speech
My hair turned grey, my flesh a rot
Every thought stillborn, and my soul turned bliss

For I know nothing
The gods resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned anything

For I know nothing
The gods resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned anything

All this pondering, it's made me sway
All this to make out the one final question

I was blinded, turned deaf to speech
My hair turned grey, my flesh a rot
Every thought stillborn and my soul turned bliss

For I know nothing
The gods resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned anything

In dark and lonely hours
I sought to find the heart of our creation
Never could I dream of what
I found by the greatest hexagram

For I know nothing
The gods resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned anything

For I know nothing
The gods resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned anything

The thesis of God, the search for magick
Made me at first seek, then bow to a truth I didn't want to know

For I know nothing
The gods resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned anything

For I know nothing
The gods resented my plead
Thus I turned three hundred years old
Without having learned anything