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Hyperthrophy of human entropy,

In extatic silense it walks

Through the sands made of gold,

Through the abyss of nothing,

Throug the crowds of damned and lost

Collosal beast

Crowned in the mist,

Monument of human sorrow.

King of that feast,

Last, but not least.

May be you hate, but you follow.

Nuit!

Tear out the eyes That can't see the skyes.

Hadit!

Pierce the ears That god's voice cannot hear.

Ra-hoor-huit!

Aiwaz!

Thelema!

Why need thy blood That not shed for god.

Babalon!

Bloodsuckin lust,Aspiration to dust.

Thelema!

Dress in red,

Cut your flesh,

Worship devils and gods,

Look at heaven - its empty and cold.

Stars are dead,

Turned to ash,

Read the symbols around,

This is tale 'bout the end of the world.