Barbas X Aamon

Transmutation and deviation as my skin eclipses When a gospel of sin is whispered and mysteries open Thorns that gore out the onus of thralldom That unfurl from the lion’s putrid tongue A crematory exultation of flickering wolf’s fur Uncoils the ophidian tail of the vampyric Gandr I arise cowled… lustrous as a raven’s wing In tyrannous levitation on carpal bayonets of eisheth What was and what shall be The raven’s crown holds the key To avow a noctulean breath of fire The therian stream towards satan