Convulsing Before the Vacuous Altar Lyrics

L.AL, III: LXX-LXXII

Roiling storm, adversarial rage
And even as Chinnamastra leers at you, headless
So shall you become her inverted mirror image
As she weeps her endless bleeding tears

Iconoclasm, ego eimi
(Thou art) prostrate before
Futile altar

Is it the shame of of man at his primal nature?
Or the base nature of man whence came such primal fears?
All idols hath fallen to dust and are collected by the weak
Reassembled in their clinging to nullified traditions

Spiritual Sati...

Goddess of vanquishing, goddess of reawakening
O, were thy tears but fire to cleanse thy sorrow away

Sesha-Ma, thy heads ever coiling
Universe overturned to new aeon
Old idols hath fallen away, away...
Spiritual Sati...

Goddess of vanquishing, goddess of reawakening
Refraction of thy light illumines darkness within

Weep before symbol of thy self-defeat
Married to the wounds of perverse adulation

Kneeling before
Vacuous altar