Have you ever read the books that I wrote centuries ago? The Clavicules of Solomon is nothing by their side It lays bare secret arts that stood the ravages of time And practices, once more exposed, that everyone should know
You play with blood and hair and sweat and ends of fingernails The very things to do the deeds our Brotherhood demands You cast, with mirrors, dolls in wax; the spells you learned by heart Fool, you are, lash up storms, lightning, rain and gales
I urge you now to find my books, read the tales and spells Let’s turn the whole world upside down, confusion everywhere The Four of the Apocalypse on horseback ever wait The Talisman of Set was mine, the Horsemen did my bidding
I urge you now to find my books, read the tales and spells Let’s turn the whole world upside down, confusion everywhere The Four of the Apocalypse on horseback ever wait The Talisman of Set was mine, the Horsemen did my bidding
The lady of the moon, my bride; Astaroth, her name Side by side we wove the spells that drove mere men insane Get the hence and scour the world, seek and you shall find Read my books and learn from them, power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain Power you shall gain