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"Swords cut the threads of fate
Sharpened blades of tarot cut the threads of fate.

Forged by the Ancient Gods, in the heart of the stars. The table of the dark room becomes the Court of Shadows. The microcosm and the macrocosm merge, the top becomes the bottom and the inside becomes the outside.
Supports and doors, onyx steps to sink into the Underworld.

Seventy-eight spirits for seventy-two daemons!
They whisper to the witch who does not fear their song. I walk on the edge, between moon and madness hierophant.

Vassago. A heart divided into four colours. Whose blood is in the Grail? The spear of fire pierces the side of the false god.
Sublime blasphemous cruelty.

Ecstatic pleasure in destroying the lie of men dressed in white and gold.

A pentacle tattooed on the hand." Stances Vassago, Nanaël Vovin.

Description
"Swords cut the threads of fate
Sharpened blades of tarot cut the threads of fate.

Forged by the Ancient Gods, in the heart of the stars. The table of the dark room becomes the Court of Shadows. The microcosm and the macrocosm merge, the top becomes the bottom and the inside becomes the outside.
Supports and doors, onyx steps to sink into the Underworld.

Seventy-eight spirits for seventy-two daemons!
They whisper to the witch who does not fear their song. I walk on the edge, between moon and madness hierophant.

Vassago. A heart divided into four colours. Whose blood is in the Grail? The spear of fire pierces the side of the false god.
Sublime blasphemous cruelty.

Ecstatic pleasure in destroying the lie of men dressed in white and gold.

A pentacle tattooed on the hand." Stances Vassago, Nanaël Vovin.