A Dream of War and Illumination

Last night I dreamt of war

they handed me a black sword

winged it was, although crippled

and its price was pestilence

that followed after my rise

As I held that sacred blade

its wings were forged anew

forming a steel garland and candle

an enlightening that is to come

lord Lucifer unchained by us

Through the war and dedication

by the iron will and vivéka

through my heart and by the gods

this is where the old wars end

ascended, unmasked Master in us

Listen not the fathers' follies

gone is the comfort of lies

no more tears there are but those which flow

for the glory beheld = today I am born

This is where the tombs are shattered

this is where the sword is turned

this is where my self is kindled

this is where Satan reigns

this is where the old ways end