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I set the flaming eye of Algol upon my brow

 And ride forth upon sepulchral fog with serpents and shades

 Under the thousand eyes of Night and her black wings

 And where I pass birds fall from the sky and soil is salted

 With arboreal haunts on which every tree hangs a wailing man I commune and learn the Gospel of the Fall

 I nail the Ravens Head upon the oak at the crossroads of death

 And see with hollowed eyes what the earth has swallowed

 I hear the cries of what still rots within its belly

 I smell decay and the spoiling of the flesh, the incense of the dead

 And I behold the Gate. All secrets first lie below

 Down beyond the sinking corporal houses, into the depths, across the abyss into vacuous black

 Unto the other shore so far beyond the reaches of the flesh, beyond time

 The Phosphorus blaze the heavenly jewel of thy crown illuminates this kingdom beyond the veil of death

 The pillars of its gnosis rising before my host

 And with a single word and the breath of flame, I bring forth the Dawn

 Let the wary weep as slumber turns to death

 Let the earth smolder and heave as the Golden Pillars rise