Equinox is at hand   The gates are now aligned   Raise the candles in the air and give the secret sign   The temperature is dropping down   Our breath seems now like smoke   The guardians of the shadow lands blind the heathen eyes      Our mental variation: a phantom made from light   With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might   Deciphering the code that releases the unknown   We make the wanted possible   Material like the stone   Red code cult      Welcome to our church disciples of the jackal   Your nature is key   Now raise the veils of the misty tyranny of the fake laws   Open the Choronzone      Our mental variation: a phantom made from light   With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might   Deciphering the code that releases the unknown   We make the wanted possible   Material like the stone   Red code cult