| I set the flaming eye of Algol upon my brow
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| And ride forth upon sepulchral fog with serpents and shades
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| Under the thousand eyes of Night and her black wings
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| And where I pass birds fall from the sky and soil is salted
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| With arboreal haunts on which every tree hangs a wailing man I commune and
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| learn the Gospel of the Fall
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| I nail the Ravens Head upon the oak at the crossroads of death
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| And see with hollowed eyes what the earth has swallowed
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| I hear the cries of what still rots within its belly
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| I smell decay and the spoiling of the flesh, the incense of the dead
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| And I behold the Gate. |
| All secrets first lie below
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| Down beyond the sinking corporal houses, into the depths, across the abyss into
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| vacuous black
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| Unto the other shore so far beyond the reaches of the flesh, beyond time
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| The Phosphorus blaze the heavenly jewel of thy crown illuminates this kingdom
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| beyond the veil of death
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| The pillars of its gnosis rising before my host
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| And with a single word and the breath of flame, I bring forth the Dawn
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| Let the wary weep as slumber turns to death
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| Let the earth smolder and heave as the Golden Pillars rise |