And I dreamt of libricide and fire, a flaming pyramid opening the desert nights Flaring letter's in mad laughter swirling across the sky, like screeching simurghs unchained That stole the keys right out of St. Peter's hand to dare the borders to forgotten lands Shine you terrible lamp of Wisdom, shine upon the desert fields of night Shine within flesh and blackest mire, for my tongue has a dire taste for fire Fallen into the wastelands of our dreams Where I'm wildered unto the forbidden gleam, of Azazel's burning sacrament and sword So descend upon these lands, Estrangement's Lord Throw me into the depths where you once fell, to be accursed and blessed within the springs of Hell To pass outside the route of heaven's stars and die to the yoke of heaven's law I've become something I've never dreamt of before, my words all burnt within your unearthly torch My name re-written in your blazing winds and known is the secret of Shemyazaz' sin "O Nimbus of a daimonic crown, blaze forth across eternity for me The night is wholly mine and in Death's kiss it is sealed Where light and darkness conjoin, I have buried my Will towards expanses impossible And opened the road unto where thoughts bow before: Red, Holy, Chaos-flame"