From the dark Oratorium
you plead with me, cause your
impotent God cannot help you.
You perish under the effects
of the antonius fire.
Cramps stiffen your limbs.
I call to the bearer of great things,
which are brought to multiplicity
through her.
For she´s the reversal,
death and the destruction
of the primordial being
of all natural things.
She is the putrescence,
out of which new birth arises
thousandfold.
You feel it now
and images of the past arise.
Your mind staggers through the fog
in spiritual derangement, since you
have my serum in your blood.
Antimony Tremendum.
You feel the power of the rock
that I have freed from the sulfur.
It speaks to you.
It drives the plague
out of your skin.
- all life.
The searcher will know
and the believer hopes,
hopes to be healed by
the treatment which is my revenge
for those,
whom you´ve tortured
and have handed over
to the fire.
I slowly increase the infusion
to a maximum
to potentiate your torment.
Everything has an excess.
This dose is measured by
the suffering you brought.
Do you recognize me now?
Feel the glowing irons,
the raging flames.
Face a disciple of
Occulta Philosophia,
that creates your transcendence
in the Antimony Tremendum.
