Scintillating Witchfires now cast, provoking Proserpine at long last
Before spells cleaved and the suffumigation of seeds...
Seeds spawned of strangulations
The numina blooming from the blood of the dove
Emerging, creeping forth from the gallows of my lover
Saprophytic divinations shine from spectral side of gravity
They pass unto me like opium in my heart
So let us morn!
The Alraun, the Kolossoi dance in the tragedy of the mother
Anathema, The fire, In potent Night
Resound the crossroads with her shroud upon the hanged man's corpse
Harmonic tones rings the devil's cup of secret songs
Death be the muse and I it's singer with voice, Her voice through me
Death be, foresee the keys set free The Stone Mnizurin
Death be in Faith, in Fire, devotion, the dagger and sacred tongue
From Death's Holy Silence I pray to myself for myself - I pray you hear me
To the witness I sacrifice myself to myself
Receive me, my Troth, the glory, the resonance of my Becoming - Hypraxis Ignite
Grant me O' Lord the will to see the summit beyond the Firmament of Heavens
Night falls darkest within the meadow
With my hands pressed firmly into the earth
I make my own home be my gallows
To rise the Labyrinthine Saprophytic Serpent