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

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