The Majestic horns of Baphomet are indeed our occult banners proudly up in the air! The androgenious light of Lucipher is our noble passion, most dear and rare! Oh! Faustian spirit of conquest May be thy allied in this infimious battle Against the Arauts of Desrespect Those who step with muddy feet the sapient inscriptions of our cradle. To our strenghtening I proudly confess: I worship thee, for they are my weapons to hurt god. Oh! Great wings of Beelzebuth Will you honour me and lay the head of a son of caym, in the soft sands of Manitou Where I'll sleep under this neophyth Sky of Anxiety. For the dawn of Knowledge has a Southern Sign Delfos will once again desveil its light And those with eyes will drink this precious wine But for the blind, Ignorance shall be the only sight! To our strenghtening I will re-affirm: I worship thee. They are my Shield. And their message I shall reveal. Because: "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!" And this Southern blend of esoteric sapience This sensual Mediterranic Philosophy Will be the only and holy science And these lines both dream and prophecy! "Ecce Homo!" - Those you'll call the Wise Who will destroy this pitful hole of common sense of desrespect for the true occult devise Those who from, the lambs, shall feel the sharpened spears of Intelligence! I worship thee. "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!" I worship thee. "Consummatum est!"
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