Oh, old nightsky, how furious is thy ordnance when the edge of the crescent cuts thee in half I sense thy stare on my soul and substance while the cape of Neptune conceals our stars
Inside a circle we form another out of flesh awe mires with confusion as the planets align gathered around him that bears the wreath in the darkness that drowns s like a rising tide
from the icy peaks of Mery to the depths of the sea all this shall be yours if you now hearken to me
Thevetat, the dragon among snakes master crowned king with wisdom most veiled with lips shut share us the legacy the godly gnosis that twines about thee
Sense of power pervades each thought as the pulse in our veins is quaking the ground the patterns of humility are condemned to fall by the arrows of spells shooting from our mouths
climb towards the roots of the inverted tree for to rise above the angels is your rightful destiny
Thevetat, the dragon among snakes master most august by foulness impaled with lips shut share us the legacy the godly gnosis that lives within thee
Indeed we are here to stride as giants instead of crawling in the dirt like infants may not our eminence be questioned by any heart for we truly possess the means to rend such apart