My serpent
rises from the still of (the)
darkness
in the penumbra (with
the memory of a cosmic plasm)
I
travel in ethereal waves (toward
the head of the West)
always so
alone with the splinters located
in my heart
with the fatuous
fires of mortuary rings
with the
reflection of the
moonlight
Nothing in that I
believe is true
when I look at
the horror faces
in the abysses
he found exiled magicians
in
their hermitages they adore a
horn:
(the glory of the
war)
Satan te deum
vade retro
avohej
Master of the hungry
wolves
with my sword create a
circle
altar woman
the
scream of the tribe
knowledge &
delight
great scarlet
woman
behold the womb of the
world
cosmic serpents
The sky
is open wide
the Kingdom of
evil...
return toward me!