I was born under strange auspices
Sagittarius showed the way Gemini was my guide.
Twenty years twenty flags of slavery,
Grave was my destiny,
'til Tiphareth beckoned to me.
Three years of torment Adeptus Minor was my sign.
In Teutonic Lands I suffered
In Northern regions I froze,
I cried, I fought for an olive wreath.
A dead girl shown the way:
I joined my destiny.
I was prophesied eternal to be.
A vision of cold, a drop of myrrh,
A scent of rare incense.
I rose to fulfill my prophecy.
I am Adam Kadmon.
The infinite and the null
The Alpha and the Omega.
The mutated gene of the coming race.
Snakes entwined in an eternal solstice.
My beauty denies any description:
Mechanical to animical samanistical to theatrical
Corporeal to astral erotical to apocryphal:
Behold!
My tower raping the sky!
Behold!
My wheels crushing the kingdoms!
Behold! The winged skull rising!
