Inexorable Death! Thine eminence above man is the very countenance of the Devil. I would make an altar of thine aspect. I would speak thy true name with an act of silence. I would come to be before thee By way of stillness and the Serpent eye, That I might know baptism within thy waters. Death is thy name, Yet I name thee God, For there is no other. To thee I give my body like fodder to the grave And offer breath that hath become as the Serpent's hiss. I exhale from my mouth the flame of an inner fire, The greater "I" becoming, And let my husk be filled with the wine of the abyss. I am the child of death and dreams Who passes beyond death and dreams. Consummation with thy essence, I shall consume mine own death Until I hath become the conqueror of death, The Eater of the Black Lead. I am the lampadiphor Within the hidden chambers shinning with profound darkness. I am within Death and Death is within me.