Mystérion tés anomias
Cursed to wander with eternal wounds
Open for the beast to enter
And to possess.

A desolate riddle of self-destruction
A sip from the Devils wine
An eager wish to recieve and to enter.
The punishment, the reward!

The splendor of the horns
That rape a thousand forevers.
Is the light of compelled redemption
Eternal sorrow. the blessing of Satan.

Fulfillment in self-torture
Glorious delight in rivers of blood.
Is the key to summon His presence
Evil. Scars of ancient ofermode.

To enter the principle of orderless evil
The divine mystery reversed.
Oh, this discipline of a spirit in pain
By the constant touch.

Mystérion Tés Anomias.
Unholy enemy of Christ.
Forever present. forever hungry!

Glory. endless is my holy pride,
Yet trapped in madness and misery divine..
So strongly chained to evil!

I am blessed with the curse of sight.
And my eyes bleed!
For they are indeed impaled by a strong light
Of sinful joy!

This revelation, this curse.
It has killed me. a thousand times!
A divine circle of death and rebirth.
To malform the son of a whore!

I feel the touch and it's mystery
Behold, it has made me holy in my quest
And I am evil, thus wounded.
And driven to spit at your sins!

Memories, reminders. Mystérion!
Total submission of my divinity.
Denial of the flesh, denial of the cunt.
I am the cold seed of Satanas!

And with overwhelming pride
I fall unto my knees
To banish all that I have gained from life.
For I am but a slave!

I have the age and pride of a god
Nevertheless, I am but a slave!
Endlessly tortured with salvation.
Forever chained!

I direct and I behold...
The golden light descends at Will
Veil of restriction unfold...
Holy, silent and still
I am, thou art, in extension...

Grant me the vision of thy chosen few
The strength of a Devourer
Very god of very god born anew
All-absorber, all-deflowerer
Nothing is in extension...

And I beheld and I saw
The selfless self dwelled within
And struggled Mehûmâh
Ever Seeking, ever searching
Through the deepest Mummu
To descend in emanation

Through wombs of shining with radiance
Of their serpent, of their death
And other seals, secrets to me yet unknown
Seals of splendor, seals of great mystery

Still, a vain effort was the search
For the primum mobile encountered
The vast Têhom, not through effort
But by will

Be my prophet, O new-born
That is the root of heavenly fire
Illuminated, pure and anointed
In all aspects like unto god...
... In extension...

And Behold
I saw Tiamtu, the watery deep
Yes, the ancient serpent of chaos
In all it's horrid glory, raging relentlessly
At the fire that had become the self
Being slain... and born again
Naught in extension...

Once again he is drawn into action
Where judgments are served, where the qliphoth thrive
Unveil himself for his contradiction
To strangle the shells that keep their ungod alive

Concealed, until judgment calls, near the bride (of Microprosopus)
Once again called to raise his head
Upon the field where all forces are bound to collide
Preparing her for the wedding, covering her with the dead

Raiskaa maailma, ylin Jumala
Maailman kärsimyksen kabbala
Mustin surma vaalein vapahdys
Viiruksen kuolema, kuninkaan pelastus

Rape the world, clear the path of the kings
Great destroyer, devour these harlots of sin
Illumination!
The order of Ashim sings
I am prepared for the anointment within

Yvarech cha Ehieh veyshim recha
Iear Ehieh panav vichuneka elecha
Iisa Ehieh panav elecha veyasem lecha Leviathan
Baruch ata Adonai, noten hashatan

Introibo in sephirah tuam
Adorabo ad templum sanctum tuum
In timore tuo...

Propter inimicos meos
Dirige in conspectu tuo viam meam
O serpent slithering back to the brightest chaos
Devour all obstacles, for where He is, I am

Divine circle, a blessing, a curse
Kings crowned through severity
Withdrawal of the universe
To the bliss of samadhi's serenity

Pralaya....
Motionless Rest!