My serpent rises from the still of (the) darkness in the penumbra (with the memory of a cosmic plasm) I travel in ethereal waves (toward the head of the West) always so alone with the splinters located in my heart with the fatuous fires of mortuary rings with the reflection of the moonlight
Nothing in that I believe is true when I look at the horror faces in the abysses he found exiled magicians in their hermitages they adore a horn:
(the glory of the war) Satan te deum vade retro avohej
Master of the hungry wolves with my sword create a circle altar woman the scream of the tribe knowledge & delight great scarlet woman behold the womb of the world cosmic serpents
The sky is open wide the Kingdom of evil... return toward me!