| Majestic light of Baphomet, O formless laughing one — whose might unmarred the
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| maker’s mind unmade
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| Shine forth upon this acolyte — as one with me become, let the flames of Lilith
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| claim those God betrayed
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| «O Masters of Dimensions, thou unsleeping lords of sin
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| From lade of sulphur’s fiery void where demons dwell within…»
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| From thy kingdom will come
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| Read the rites, cast the spell, call the chaos lords of Hell
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| Son of Caim, Orobas, Shub-Niggurath, Beelzebub, Haagenti, Astaroth
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| Let the earth begin to burn
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| And all things will come to be, when the spirit is flesh — Mine the magick,
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| the mystery, till he comes
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| Rise from out of destitution — through pain I rise above — soon will come the
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| restitution of our love
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| I have walked the ways to other worlds, I see what none have seen — the Union
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| of Opposites foretell
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| A life unchained through knowledge gained has sanctified my dream
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| With prayers arcane, I raise the Darkhangel
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| «O patriarch of parallels, in vales of slumbering sin
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| The candle, hell, the book compel, all demons welcome in…»
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| Through thy kingdom will come
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| Read the rites, cast the spell, call the chaos Lords of Hell
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| Barbatos, Orias, Amdusias, Naberius, Ipos, Valac, Zagan
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| Let the Earth begin to burn
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| All commandments be cast away, here where fears are all passed away
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| All commandments be cast away
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| To this kingdom we come
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| Read the rites, cast the spell, call the chaos Lords of Hell
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| Agares, Vapula, Marchosias, Samigina, Vine, Sitir, Beleth
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| Let the earth begin to burn
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| I have travelled through time’s portal, supra mortal have become
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| This night of Pan, I greet thee as a friend
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| I decades yearned for your return, to see thy death undone — what fools
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| abhorred, endured I to the end
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| Speak to me now in tongues of angels, life devourer, wisdom giver
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| Through the vision, through the voice, through the veil, thyself deliver
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| Rise from out of destitution, through pain I rise above
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| Will come the restitution of our love…
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| Into my loneliness comes the sound of a flute in dime groves that haunt the
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| uttermost hills
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| Even from the brave river they reach to the edge of the wilderness.
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| And I behold Pan… |