Blessed are those Spirits from the Air
Who came unto Me to Posses my Mind
So that I could write these Lines
Black is the Lodge
Which undress The Magdalene
Highly pure is the most precious Blood
That we drink from
Ghastly are the Wings that appear
From the Shadows of the Night
Ghostly are the Hands which seek the Wise
Because there is no Innocence
In the Holy Kingdom of Unknowable Light
There is no Law ruling the Earth
And no Sin that does not claim Redemption
Children being Sacrificed to the Ancient Gods
Brothers and Sisters having Sex
In the Sight of the Father
Both Male and Female
United in Blood Ecstasies
Under the Purple Candlelight
The Trial By Fire!
When the Grail of Three
Awaits to be filled in Cold Gloom
As in the Oldest Times
And the Christ be the Serpent of the Beginning
And the Angel of Light breathes the Dust of Men
At the End of the World
You Shall See
And Behold thy Horror!
Witness Thy Beauty after it burns your eyes
There is no Good and Evil
But the Quest for Light that will set us Free!
Darkness shall finally overcome the Sun
And Peace finally be unto you
Fools! those who pretend to be Mighty
By accepting the Law of Men
Fools! those who follow God and no Other
Fools! those who search in the Light of Violence
And feed themselves with Fear and Superstition
Fools! those who Keep the Faith in Dead Idols
Or trust the Path of Salvation
Oh Yes!
Fools! all those who have Faith without Wisdom
And Fools all those
Who follow the Lamb of God!
When They Could Be Wise
Like The Serpent!