Absu The Sun Of Tiphareth
Join us into hresholds of moonless light Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames Incendere Magi Hortus Rosarum Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth The sten stars of Assiah wonders why the meadows are torched The holocaust of Atu brings down the pyre of Chokmah Chokmah fills lust into the virgin stream (silent waters) A Heximethian spirit looks below the edge of a cliff ...and watches the thieves of serpents (worm of the eight-fold-star) Join us into tresholds of moonless light Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames Incedere Magi Hortus Rosarum The sun of Tipareth's circle arouses the warlock and seed Sephiroth plants your heart to grow his oak of VITRIOL Sepher Yetzirah is the deepest root of Atu the sun of Tiphareth's circle dances until it falls Tiphareth! Your lordship is the sixth sword that triumphs teh jagged blade Strike it downward to a rusty point ...and burn the earth as roses burn in the meadow "Come forth, o serpent, and take your fill of poison" I am above you and I am inside you My fierce eroticism is in yours "For he is ever a sun, and for he is the winged secret flame" I am the snake that kissed Gehenna's own worm I giveth knowledge and delight to the ones Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth The ten stars of Assiah wonders why meadows are torched