Glorious, glorious witchcraft In mysteries as in plain truths Lost art of the ones who see clarity All that which remains in secrecy As a flame taking root in the heart Of one sworn to walk the hidden path As an insight unlike no other To be able to look into primordial night Glorious, glorious witchcraft In anathema for ages and ages For there is no slave with an eye Deeply connected to undeniable wisdom Harnessing a full cognition In deference to the lord of lords Always feared and loathed Amongst the rabble of this world Glorious, glorious witchcraft Enlightened far beyond the reaches Of all that which causal musings May ever be reflected upon For it is not one path But an entire map of roads On which the sorcerous will Shall set foot forevermore