The portrait and the mirror
A correlative concept
You will come to bare
Stalk the gods at midnight
Burn them all before the dawn
Steal the fires of creation
From the Horned Pantheon
For the coming of a New Aeon
In the shadows, in the darkness
I’ll be the one with a thousand names
In the realm of your dreams
Bow and receive the kiss of shame
In the mysteries, in the visions
I’ll be the one with a thousand names
I come to your dreams to bestow the osculum infame
The magus and the watchmen
An esoteric construct
You will come to fear
Walk into the twilight; see the moon eclipse the sun
Interstellar proclamation
From within and beyond