In those insane, and yet familiar places, where death lies beckoning.
It is the unseen, of metaphysical nature, That pierces through, beneath the veil.
Rise - Eu Daimon
Face to face - with one and the many, the terrible truth of rememberance.
For the horned god, of infinite seed, Read into platonic verses.
Rise - Eu Daimon
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
