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By day seek the heights of the sun

And by midnight its abode in hell,

Where we are drunk upon the blood-vine

That spills from the grape vine

Of old Dionysus well

I behold self in the black of the moonless night,

Another death, another doom to foretell!

To old Baphomet

I proffer this life

Shedding blood and a dark soul to sell!

Misrule!

Misrule!

Oh, how wise is the fool

Of empty spaces

Barren places

The Devil's illumination

Misrule!

Misrule!

Oh how wise is the fool

Of empty spaces

Desolation

The Devil's exaltation

By Night we seek the sun in its nadir

And by day its glorious heights

As we glut upon the sacrament

Offered up by self-interment

Within the intellect of Old Night

I beseech the Other, my reflection,

My brother, another life,

Won through strife and the toll of Death's bell !

Before Persephone I ground all dismay

And make a paradise of the grandeur of hell !

Misrule!

Misrule!

Oh, how wise is the fool

Of empty spaces

Barren places

The Devil's illumination

Misrule!

Misrule!

Oh, how wise is the fool

Of empty spaces

Desolation

The Devil's Exaltation

Towards the gate of the Zeroth

Thrust imagination's divine key

Like the spear of Saint Longinus

To pierce the body of his highness

And let his blood run endlessly free

To fall unto me! To fall unto me!

And now i shall know

And now I shall see

The All which revolves about the nail

Turns ever paradoxically!