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 step with muddy feet the sapient inscriptions of our cradle
I worship thee, they are my weapons
I worship thee, they are my weapons to hurt God
To our strengthening 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!
I worship thee
They are my shield
And their message I shall reveal
"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!
Those you'll call the wise
Who will destroy this hole of common sense
Of desrespect for the true occult device
Those who from, the lambs
Shall feel the sharpened spears of intelligence!
I worship thee
"Quod sciptum, scripsi!"
I worship thee
"Consummatum est".
Oh! Insinuant tongue of Lilith
Virtuous Latin Langsuyar
Will you both drive me onto an Erudit Zenith?
Will I take part in the libidos dances of Nergal?
I lust with thee
Pictures, fetishes of luxury!
Does the incomparable beauty of Kali
Still adorn this grey heart, my own
Where the love of Lebasy
Once shined joy, now sorrow
I lust with thee
These exquisite icons of impurity!
As I undress you of Pagan beauty Who embrace my sex with all your passion and strength The lost chimera of virginity will be your true purity And thy Crownleyian erotic laws will rule at last!
At last
We seekers can not deny
That the temptation of Samael
Is thy erotic law of every man
And I will hesitate not to enter hell
Where this dioniosiac fortune had ever dwell!
Oh! Phallus of Satanachia, possess with me
These cunted beings to their end
Until the sunset of their resistance fall
Behind the flowers which adorn their head
I lust with thee
Everlasting seekers of animality.
"Voa Serpente do orgulho
Mae da terra, nossa Mae
Lei daqueles que clamam
P'lo Homo Natura, p'la flama
Voa erótico Pentagramma
E destrói, e destrói quem te ama"
"Masturbar-me-ia sobre a tua divindade
Enrabar-te-ia se a tua fraca existencia
Oferecesse um cu a minha incontinencia
Meu braço o coraçâo te arrancar
Para com o meu fundo horror melhor te penetrar".