Oh In the garden of shadows have I wandered Carressing the night by the dulcet tones of the mourning choir Where the ninth hell swells, where the dragon's skull Feeds through its tendrils like malevolent spires Where I chose to be led past the graves of the seventh gate To atone through my burning purify me through fire Oh Belphegor, lord of shadows at the nightside of Tiphareth For too long had I worn the gown of piousness But in your garden I battle with strife Oh how my pride had blighted my sight Teach me now to pierce through this ignorance Guide me forth to your realms of understanding I call thee, Belphegor Now the heights of ivory towers Dissolve like fallen nations in humility of defeat Both sides within me How naive to have forgotten With the grace of the serpent dual paradoxes meet Oh, Lilith, Shakti burn through my being Cleansing by innermost fire Kali remove the heads of my vanity Surrender to death, does your wisdom know best? Now abandoned by my allies and guides Stripped of my senses where the lamp of the Hermit burns in inverted light Alone, in sorrow I mourn, rejected by the race of man, I suffer isolation But he who walks where none have tread finds just elation The next path leads to my trial by scorching fire In vile apotheosis, metamorphosis complete I see it all through dark’s expanse The sight of the elite The shadow of Eden where truth is found in light’s collapse The wise illumined by the obscene I need not your pity I need not your assistance How whole I am in violent revelation No thirst for your balms To me your ways are barren graves Recycled repetition from which I have strayed Alone, in sorrow I mourned Now I reject the race of man Embracing isolation For you are a poison In soul and mind alike I find strength in the ancient paths Ascending over Daath Through deserts I wandered Barren of life Craving death The end of my strife But thou who has found me Thou art myself in all but name I drink of your strength We are one and the same Through wormhole void Through the throat of chaos tunnels Through the womb of night I pierce three negative veils All things cleaved But the formless and nameless A final step Regressing waters of Ain Where light and dark collide Stripped of my shackles Unbound by time One with the cosmos All spheres aligned Withershins I move reversing waters of light The void from which forms are born then die Removing autocracy of the demiurge’s crime With the chalice of gnosis I see the cause of birth defects Never again beheld to cause’s effects