Hear!
Serpent of horrid majesty, burn fire across the brow. This ceremonial ritual to thee, enchant with all that is arduous splendor. Pale glowing lily of Hecate, bathe this flesh in the moon-pool of divine blood.
Enshroud with the black veil of nothingness, the curtain of negative existence. Now behold! A bloated corpse leans against the altar. A feast for death, a feast for the maggots and for the worms!
O' babe of the Abyss, curled in her womb. rejoice in the sabbath of the Goat. The ego gurgles blood, and the Night of Pan descends.
Serpent of horrid majesty, burn fire across the brow. This ceremonial ritual to thee, enchant with all that is arduous splendor. Pale glowing lily of Hecate, bathe this flesh in the moon-pool of divine blood.
Enshroud with the black veil of nothingness, the curtain of negative existence. Now behold! A bloated corpse leans against the altar. A feast for death, a feast for the maggots and for the worms!
O' babe of the Abyss, curled in her womb. rejoice in the sabbath of the Goat. The ego gurgles blood, and the Night of Pan descends.
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