Lord Blasphemate Lucifer Prometheus 1. Lucifer Prometheus Sun in Aries 0°0’0″ - Equinox Lord of hes In your fileds of sterile sands I've planted my dreams Plowed your arid land with my illusions And watered your barren seeds With tears of the unborn children Now i listen to the lament of thousand mouths That scream in my cars Songs of the dead that i don't listen I close my eyes and contemplate the emptiness But, there is no way to hide There is no escape to myself There are thousand eyes thay accompany me in darkness There are thousand eyes thay accompany me in darkness There are thousand hips that kiss me with the taste of cold death They shackle me in the prometheus abysm Vultures at the night come to peak me It comes to eat my eyes So, without eyes, i walk like a child Seeing things that no one else can see Planetes turn, stars born Exploding galaxies around me They are born and die life a fetus in the womb That light blinds that light takes, to the pains of life Moments of reflection of life / death Millions of eyes blind me Millions of souls see me Like a static photography in black and white I frozen image stuck in the time of times Am i a abysm child? Will i have the sydrome of christ? Not. I will not be a lie of nazareth My wish will not be hanging on a decrepit cross My will cannot be the subject of your filthy shackles Because i am a thelemic and look at the sun It glows Lucifer Prometheus Sirius in the constellation of cannis minor My interior thelemic abbey Evoe ho i acchel Epelthon. epelthon. Evoe iao Prism that dissect the light and colors In the red of the serpent's cult The old red serpent Changes its skin as a continuos symbol of life Equinox/solstice Symbol of my animal instincts Satan, i hear your voice that wind brings Your voice is the sweet poison that embeds my soul I am beside your altar With the symbols of Abramelin in my hands With the dew forming ancient symbols In the silver blade of my ancestral athame Blue light of lapis-lazuli that baths my body 2. Heptarchia Mystica - The Enochians Slaves Angelicae 49 doors guard an entrance of spiritual kingdoms Inhabited by different hierarchy of beings that Keep the wisdom of the interior world Are that beings angels to populated the dreams Revealing ancient knowledge in unknow words That can't be understood by the rational me? I observe the portals passing in front of my eyes I thin line separated the madness I behold only the aethyrs of vovin There are inside and out of myself Trying to be unbeing, the me not myself A secret is revealed at every step In the words of faaip de oiad, the speak of god On every secret, a revelation 49 gates keeps the understanding Worlds that crosses in the infinity of an atom A conclave of beings that govern angelical divinites The quintessence of stelar gnose 3. The Magician Hierophant of Hadit in Equinox The prophet hold his pen in a old yellow papyrus The paint runs ike blood in veins Words long slumbered awaken to the call of AIWASS In the equinox a gate is open I feel the vibration of LAM Bathed by your light, I am the sword of HADIT, my secret scepter Under the look of the millenary goods, the messenger writes your law Commandments for a new AEON Come,crowed child Show yourself under the stars and take your love wealth My ecstasy is in you NUIT, my celestial splendorous dome Dress up my star mantle Your lips kisses the sacerdotal, the ministry of HOOR POOR KRAT The boozed consecrate to your incense He is the herald of ANBU AF NO KHONSU Your voice is melody that packs my soul The scribe traces symbols in the air Only visible to the eyes of your children He teaches OBEAN and WANG, the work of the wand and sword Your lips are sealed with serpent's fire that blind the eyes and burn the flesh Your word is ABRAKADABRA HAD! The manifestation of NUIT Queen of space, I consecreate to you my incense of jasmine My offer of honey and flour The ritual's key is in the secret word Keep between your ties of the blue eyelids woman The hierophant rises your sword With a blow he tears the flesh With a blow he tears the vein With a blow he tears the Eden Let the sterile and infertile lands to the sons of CAIM 4. The Paroketh Veil 0 The Sun of Tipharet Crossing worlds, I walk from sehpire to sehpire Inside the mysteries OTZ CHIM Reading between the lines of the book of occult mysteries SIPURA DTZENIOUTHA MEITHRAS ARAIAS IAO SABIOTH ARICK ANAN MACROPOSOPUS Purifyng fire that burns the soul ASEN METZARETH My feet touches the abyss and i feel the veil of existence I walk into the eleventh occult sephire DAATH At the first nail of the crucifixion i tear the veil of paroketh I enter in the home of avatars, the incarnation of OSIRIS MEITHRAS ARAIAS IAO SABAOTH The house of VAU, The third manifestation of TETRAGRAMMATON The old beared king is at the reach of my hand ARICK ANAN MACROPOSOPUS I leave TIPHARETH behind and escape from syndrome of christ I am an abysm child The rainbow bridge was crossed, revealing the mysteries of the temple Searching for RETHER, I follow the path of AIN SOPH UNVELING THE VEIL OF PAROKETH Mysteries of ancient times, black ophidian current SOTHIS tradition 5. Draco Estelar Ophidian Ignea I speak lies Of books never reads I repeat words that echo In the immensity of the void They hurt like a blade Cutting in pieces the soul Leading me to the darkest night Where will never leave So in my most horrible dreams I hear a voice that calls me A melody of angels and demons Makes my body hovering In the middle of the darkest night A small point of light forms And now no more fear... Inside the astral light Slowly return to the body Coming from infinite space A silver cord that shines Driving lost steps Then feel the pain of worms Which devour my eyes My body rotted Stuck in the sand of time 6. In Astral Journey Through of Kingdom of the Quliphots (Unknoa actor, text extracted from the opus "THE SERPENT OF GENESIS" Part II of Stanisla de Guaita) You have planted theeffulgently in the heart of the land your sword, oh Cherub! In the heart of the infidel lover that the kisses of a god, didn't preserved with self, Other than the germs of lie and disappointment. You have planted it in the heart of the land, Oh Cherub! And the guard expand itself in cross of clarity like flower. Your red blooded glave fecund, Oh Cherub! the wounds that you've made, when heal, the scars are matrix of light, the six that you carved had become motherly, the beings that you blessed with your virility gave birth to the clarity and life. But, in vain, thy gave pierced the bosom of the nothing prostitute, thy bosom have not shaken, remained sterile. And the bosoms didn't grew with the milk of immortality... Wife of the cronos, didn't keep from the virgin anything but saddest Allowences, two privilegies of death: the cold and infertility Oh land, the kiss of your husband didn't find you fecund, your husband Badmouth your always cold flanks to him, and your arduous renewed in vain do not Reammated your marble, he doesn't heat unless in adultery, the attempts of the adversary, and under the embrace of evil...your constant infidelity conceives untiringly Give birth to a disappoint illusion. You only gave birth to infernal maggots and spectrum, born from your criminal guts But the adversary doesn't exist: Your bad nights are a occupied dream, your numberless sons are deceiving appearances that fools your sterility 7. Le Messe Noir - Le Psychodrame Original The hell is ringed The procession enters with firm steps Dressed in black hobes carry candles in their hands, incenses, censers and images Before the most sacrilegious of the sigils, touches your penis and vagina and make the sign of The cross and they scream rapt with the drunkenness of the wine: SHEMHAM FORASH SHEMHAM FORASH! SHEMHAM FORASH! Dressed only with the mantle of fire and stars The priestess offers his body the luxurious agape of effusive passions Your globet is open to shelter the host and screams the celebrant "IN NOMINE MAGNI DEI NOSTRI SATANI" INTROIBO AD ALTARE DOMINI INFERI" At the sound of the monotous drum, the barefoot feet marks the rythmy of the black litany Singing anthems in praises to the infernal powers, the incarnation of la voisin appears in front of the altar "HOC EST CORPUS JESU CHRISTI. ECCE CORPUS JESU CHRISTI DOMINUS HUMILIM ET REX SERVORUM" Your wrinkly hands, decadent of lots of century of life, brings the offertory with the host of the immolated victims Rubbing in the priestess body, Catherine Deshayes offers the sacrilegious bread with his on blood. And all puts the phallus of the nazarene in the mouth and screams "HOC EST CORPUS JESU CHRISTI. ECCE CORPUS JESU CHRISTI DOMINUS HUMILIM ET REX SERVORUM" The celebrant raises the body of nazarene and blind with rage throw him at the floor blaspheming and spiting in the crowd sceams: here's the body of jesus, he has what he deserves 8. Heptarquia Mystica - The Enochians Slaves Angelicae (orchestral version)