Binance

Igne Natura Renovatur Integra (Enochian Crescent)

We must burn to ashes To rise again With a threefold glory Prepare yourself For the unhallowed day When our souls are fit to climb And the fools are left behind Unheeded Overwhelming shadows Massive unearthly bodies Of their weight Hot smoke burns the tongue And sets the lungs aflame The fury of the tempest Will beat the false pride out of you A predetermined course Is upon you The inescapable finale Disciple yourself The sightless one When desire to live will So abnormal seem still Yea, transmutation Bow down your head That ignored premonitions, forewarnings Save your tears Because your tears won't save you Be utterly ruined Creation of silence Igne Natura Renovatur Integra