Sermons of the Psyche - Acherontas

Harsh and terrible is thy path amongst these ruins

Eyes set to your ascension and eyes to your fall

A majestic enantiodriomia, a clash of destinies untold

Twenty-two arrows shall pierce thy heart

As your bow shall become thine shadow

Your face shall turn to the sanctioned grounds

As your gaze shall be set towards godhood

A crescendo of illusion and delusion has sprung

Since the third creation of these mundane soils

Coiling this world to glory and decadence

Yet thou shall yield your ever-polished sickle

And you shall reap, you shall shatter, you shall tear

A blaze ever elusive as thine fermented shadow

A victory buried under a mountain of gold

A golden arrow for the lord of the eternal hunt

A silver arrow for the mistress of gnosis

A brazen arrow for the brazen child

An arrow of ether for the hunter