---

My serpent

rises from the still of (the)

darkness

in the penumbra (with

the memory of a cosmic plasm)

I

travel in ethereal waves (toward

the head of the West)

always so

alone with the splinters located

in my heart

with the fatuous

fires of mortuary rings

with the

reflection of the

moonlight

Nothing in that I

believe is true

when I look at

the horror faces

in the abysses

he found exiled magicians

in

their hermitages they adore a

horn:



(the glory of the

war)

Satan te deum

vade retro

avohej

Master of the hungry

wolves

with my sword create a

circle

     altar woman

the

scream of the tribe

knowledge &

delight

great scarlet

woman

behold the womb of the

world

cosmic serpents

The sky

is open wide

the Kingdom of

evil...

       return toward me!