The portrait and the mirror A correlative concept You will come to bare
Stalk the gods at midnight Burn them all before the dawn Steal the fires of creation From the Horned Pantheon
For the coming of a New Aeon
In the shadows, in the darkness I’ll be the one with a thousand names In the realm of your dreams Bow and receive the kiss of shame In the mysteries, in the visions I’ll be the one with a thousand names I come to your dreams to bestow the osculum infame
The magus and the watchmen An esoteric construct You will come to fear Walk into the twilight; see the moon eclipse the sun Interstellar proclamation From within and beyond