Darksome night and ardent moon, The chalice is passed, then ye fall North; Hearken to the enchantress' rune-- Listen to the words to cry ye forth. Earth and water, ether and fire, Wand and pentacle and sword, Toil ye unto our desire, Hearken ye unto our word. Unfettered and censet, scourge and knife, Powers of the enchantress' blade-- Waken all ye into life, Come ye as the charm is made.
2. Descent To Acheron (Evolving Into The Progression Of Woe)
Pour water on thyself Thus shalt thou be A creator of the sun Charon will inhibit his entrance The fields and dwellings of relapsing ruins Find thou thyself in every star Achieve thou every possibility Listen! Heed not the siren-voice of thought The fable of river #5 Deliverme athwart the earth Forsaken loam of wondrous slumbers Thee spiritual and thee fertile A spawn of full equilibrium But whose availeth is in this, For hereby there comenth impair
Facillis descensus Acherni Noctes atque dies patet Atri ianua Charnus Sed revocare gradun sperasque Evadere ad aurus, Hoc opus, hic labor est.
[repeat 1st verse]
There was not a formal sepulcher Not one sector for the interment Throth with thee empire of hope All effects are welcome to Styx
3. An Equinox Of Fathomless Disheartenment
Ecliptic sects are obtained by fluxions Phenomenon of the Holy Qabalah will Intervene with the serpent of Daath The inmost godhead of Phallus Deems the temperament of Kan and Yi King Ancient attitudes of equipoise Drastic seasons of ceremonial permutations There is not a creation in the firmament The direction to conduct an angels choir I'm still pleeding to the heinous-eyed cherubim To see this bemired vesture of waste Equinox! You are the force of Lotus And the Path of live The venus in my cancer And consolidation of the dyad You are the strict joy of ectasy And the power of yellowish light Luster the garden of Kundry and cover Laetitia
4. The Thrice Is Greatest To Ninnigal
The detestable xul Is chained to Ninnigal Acknowledge the prayers Subsequent to earth The seventh gate of Nana- 'Outcry thy sin!', While the sixth portal of Lord Mastema opens wide. Nana: God of the Moon: I convoke to thee. Our terra firma regrets burning the scriptures An abyss will seek menace towards the reign once again. Ostentation of your heart is A heart filled with lunar parallaxes If you look, The elders anticipate the arrival ...Of the black and amoral innocents If you look, The Celestial Pantheon will burn ...Burns the prediction of persecution
5. Infinite And Profane Thrones
As we journey over to the summit We hear the echoes of dispossession Who is to worry about our affliction When my body departs from the shame The wickedness my sinfullness You may swell to the elysian fields But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth The Utuk xul! Wine's Holy Fool! Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul The weeping apparition looks for duration Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways Euphony sounds the sanctum bell I will structure the ordained spell Guide the mistress versus the throne Here's the first seed of the inquisition Black lake current sailed past the rushes Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow I'll give my sorrow to the lady in white 'O' pale flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.' The wanderers of the eroded The gates of Ganzir! The Magnum Opus The Xenolith! Monuments of a vanquished civilization A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld Archetypal images awaits the declivity Infinite and profane thrones Absymal sighs of the damned Feel the intention by depressing your own god.
6. Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vision (Quoth The Sky, Nevermore Act II)
I stood before my reflection With a beloved adherent Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose To drink my tepid blood from the chalice Impart thou in the text of Scourge And cleft through the veil of the virgin Purity is to live To the highest; and the highest is unjust
[chorus:] Fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight In the gate of the mind appears And arise with turbulence called I
[repeat chorus:] The artfullness of the blind Shabbathai For thee have I worshipped the Stars I cried, while you perpetually died ...On top of Black Montanus of thy Septentrio Animus of an aged Tetragrammaton With stains, a lucid cicatrix of disgrace With joyful, elated Endeavour O lilywhite goat Frail as a thicket of thorns With a collar of gold for thy throat A crimson bow for thy horns O lilywhite goat You made ma Paganal dreams erroneous
7. An Evolution Of Horns
Goat of the welkin, A goat that dwells, Horned conqueror of the night-- Lend your skill unto the spell, And force our will by magick rite. By all the endowment of land and sea By all the might of moon and sun-- As we do will, so mote it be; Chant the spell, and be it done.
