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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!