Flash of the Pentagram

Murder rides a pale white horse
With black wings of fire
She reaps an eternal harvest
A void as old as time
The blazing star, the word mad flesh
Lucifer on high
Profanation of the astral light
The moon falls blood red from the sky
From the cradle of divine realization
To the grave of greed and lust
Appropriation of the true black heart
Until there’s nothing left
The well of time and trouble comes
A constant revelation in my mind
The living light
All is alive
Behold what remains unseen
In the soul’s eye
A blood-wrought path to paradise
The living light
Shadows fall about the way
Strange faces glimmer in the gloom
For that the void
For this the tomb
Fires of hell within me burn
The living light
I’m alive