The Invocation - Transfiguration - THY ANTICHRIST

From impious book I red the unholy distichon

Under the leaden night of frigid Saturn

To Invoke the monster whose taciturn eye

Was boring the skies with his ignite gleam

Proud was the presence of his granite being

Hery and meander his nocturnal her

And one by one the shadows in insidious turn

To the call come from fantastic rite

From Alhazred book haughty I shouted the spell

That ancient distichon of dark content

And the blasphemous hosts arrived victors

So evilness possessed me with it’s frightfulness hords

The delirious night covered me with it’s mantle

And from Azathot i glimpsed his membranous wings

Transfiguration

I’m an ancient RoseCross manuscript:

In my symbolical death, in my journey for the four elements

Through the inner magic circle of my abyss

I’m driven to the fire entrails of my spirit

My microcosmos is reizing amazing

Out of the boundaries of time and space

Toward the mystical union with the solar gold macrocosmos

Of the sextuple star

Bihaind of veil I’ll be waiting by secret black masters

Under the rays of Golden Dawn of forgotten time

Where the scarlet woman is charming me with lust

All my desires, my freedom and my magic are

Occult secrets within the Grand Pyramid

And Ra- Hoor- Kuit keeps my dream

I’m the transfiguration, Yes the transfiguration