Blessed are those Spirits from the Air Who came unto Me to Posses my Mind So that I could write these Lines Black is the Lodge Which undress The Magdalene Highly pure is the most precious Blood That we drink from Ghastly are the Wings that appear From the Shadows of the Night Ghostly are the Hands which seek the Wise Because there is no Innocence In the Holy Kingdom of Unknowable Light There is no Law ruling the Earth And no Sin that does not claim Redemption Children being Sacrificed to the Ancient Gods Brothers and Sisters having Sex In the Sight of the Father Both Male and Female United in Blood Ecstasies Under the Purple Candlelight The Trial By Fire! When the Grail of Three Awaits to be filled in Cold Gloom As in the Oldest Times And the Christ be the Serpent of the Beginning And the Angel of Light breathes the Dust of Men At the End of the World You Shall See And Behold thy Horror! Witness Thy Beauty after it burns your eyes There is no Good and Evil But the Quest for Light that will set us Free! Darkness shall finally overcome the Sun And Peace finally be unto you Fools! those who pretend to be Mighty By accepting the Law of Men Fools! those who follow God and no Other Fools! those who search in the Light of Violence And feed themselves with Fear and Superstition Fools! those who Keep the Faith in Dead Idols Or trust the Path of Salvation Oh Yes! Fools! all those who have Faith without Wisdom And Fools all those Who follow the Lamb of God! When They Could Be Wise Like The Serpent!