1.An equinox of fathomless disheartenment
Ecliptic sects are obtained by fluxions
Phenomenon of the Holy Qabalah will
Intervene with the serpent of Daath
The inmost godhead of Phallus
Deems the temperament of Kan and Yi King
Ancient attitudes of equipoise
Drastic seasons of ceremonial permutations
There is not a creation in the firmament
The direction to conduct an angels choir
I'm still pleeding to the heinous-eyed cherubim
To see this bemired vesture of waste
Equinox!
You are the force of Lotus
And the Path of live
The venus in my cancer
And consolidation of the dyad
You are the strict joy of ectasy
And the power of yellowish light
Luster the garden of Kundry and cover Laetitia
2.An evolution of horns
Goat of the welkin, A goat that dwells,
Horned conqueror of the night -
Lend your skill unto the spell,
And force our will by magick rite.
By all the endowment of land and sea
By all the might of moon and sun -
As we do will, so mote it be;
Chant the spell, and be it done.
Eko, Eko, Azarak,
Eko, Eko, Zamilak,
Eko, Eko, Cernunnos,
Eko, Eko, Aradia.
3.An involtion of thorns
Eko, Azarak,
Eko, Eko, Zamilak,
Eko, Eko, Cernunnos
Eko, Eko, Aradia.
Darksome night and ardent moon,
The chalice is passed, then ye fall North;
Hearken to the enchantress' rune -
Listen to the words to cry ye forth.
Earth and water, ether and fire,
Wand and pentacle and sword,
Toil ye unto our desire,
Hearken ye unto our word.
Unfettered and censet, scourge and knife,
Powers of the enchantress' blade -
Waken all ye into life,
Come ye as the charm is made.
4.Descent to acheron(Evolving Into The Progression Of Woe)
Pour water on thyself
Thus shalt thou be
A creator of the sun
Charon will inhibit his entrance
The fields and dwellings of relapsing ruins
Find thou thyself in every star
Achieve thou every possibility
Listen! Heed not the siren-voice of thought
The fable of river #5
Deliverme athwart the earth
Forsaken loam of wondrous slumbers
Thee spiritual and thee fertile
A spawn of full equilibrium
But whose availeth is in this,
For hereby there comenth impair
Facillis descensus Acherni
Noctes atque dies patet
Atri ianua Charnus
Sed revocare gradun sperasque
Evadere ad aurus,
Hoc opus, hic labor est.
There was not a formal sepulcher
Not one sector for the interment
Throth with thee empire of hope
All effects are welcome to Styx
5.Fantasizing to the third of the pagan vision
(Quoth the Sky, Nevermore Act II)
I stood before my reflection
With a beloved adherent
Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose
To drink my tepid blood from the chalice
Impart thou in the text of Scourge
And cleft through the veil of the virgin
Purity is to live
To the highest; and the highest is unjust
Fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight
In the gate of the mind appears
And arise with turbulence called I
The artfullness of the blind Shabbathai
For thee have I worshipped the Stars
I cried, while you perpetually died
...On top of Black Montanus of thy Septentrio
Animus of an aged Tetragrammaton
With stains, a lucid cicatrix of disgrace
With joyful, elated Endeavour
O lilywhite goat
Frail as a thicket of thorns
With a collar of gold for thy throat
A crimson bow for thy horns
O lilywhite goat
You made ma Paganal dreams erroneous
6.The infinite and profane thrones
As we journey over to the summit
We hear the echoes of dispossession
Who is to worry about our affliction
When my body departs from the shame
The wickedness my sinfullness
You may swell to the elysian fields
But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth
The Utuk xul! Wine's Holy Fool!
Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul
The weeping apparition looks for duration
Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways
Euphony sounds the sanctum bell
I will structure the ordained spell
Guide the mistress versus the throne
Here's the first seed of the inquisition
Black lake current sailed past the rushes
Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow
I'll give my sorrow to the lady in white
'O' pale flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.'
The wanderers of the eroded
The gates of Ganzir!
The Magnum Opus
The Xenolith!
Monuments of a vanquished civilization
A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations
Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld
Archetypal images awaits the declivity
Infinite and profane thrones
Absymal sighs of the damned
Feel the intention by depressing your own god.
7.The thrice is greatest to ninnigal
The detestable xul
Is chained to Ninnigal
Acknowledge the prayers
Subsequent to earth
The seventh gate of Nana - 'Outcry thy sin!',
While the sixth portal of Lord Mastema opens wide.
Nana： God of the Moon： I convoke to thee.
Our terra firma regrets burning the scriptures
An abyss will seek menace towards the reign once again.
Ostentation of your heart is
A heart filled with lunar parallaxes
If you look, The elders anticipate the arrival
...Of the black and amoral innocents
If you look, The Celestial Pantheon will burn
...Burns the prediction of persecution
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