| From impious book I red the unholy distichon
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| Under the leaden night of frigid Saturn
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| To Invoke the monster whose taciturn eye
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| Was boring the skies with his ignite gleam
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| Proud was the presence of his granite being
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| Hery and meander his nocturnal her
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| And one by one the shadows in insidious turn
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| To the call come from fantastic rite
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| From Alhazred book haughty I shouted the spell
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| That ancient distichon of dark content
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| And the blasphemous hosts arrived victors
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| So evilness possessed me with it’s frightfulness hords
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| The delirious night covered me with it’s mantle
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| And from Azathot i glimpsed his membranous wings
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| Transfiguration
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| I’m an ancient RoseCross manuscript:
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| In my symbolical death, in my journey for the four elements
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| Through the inner magic circle of my abyss
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| I’m driven to the fire entrails of my spirit
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| My microcosmos is reizing amazing
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| Out of the boundaries of time and space
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| Toward the mystical union with the solar gold macrocosmos
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| Of the sextuple star
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| Bihaind of veil I’ll be waiting by secret black masters
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| Under the rays of Golden Dawn of forgotten time
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| Where the scarlet woman is charming me with lust
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| All my desires, my freedom and my magic are
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| Occult secrets within the Grand Pyramid
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| And Ra- Hoor- Kuit keeps my dream
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| I’m the transfiguration, Yes the transfiguration |