Inexorable Death!
Thine eminence above man is the very countenance of the Devil.
I would make an altar of thine aspect.
I would speak thy true name with an act of silence.
I would come to be before thee
By way of stillness and the Serpent eye,
That I might know baptism within thy waters.
Death is thy name,
Yet I name thee God,
For there is no other.
To thee I give my body like fodder to the grave
And offer breath that hath become as the Serpent's hiss.
I exhale from my mouth the flame of an inner fire,
The greater "I" becoming,
And let my husk be filled with the wine of the abyss.
I am the child of death and dreams
Who passes beyond death and dreams.
Consummation with thy essence,
I shall consume mine own death
Until I hath become the conqueror of death,
The Eater of the Black Lead.
I am the lampadiphor
Within the hidden chambers shinning with profound darkness.
I am within Death and Death is within me.