Woe unto ye who aspire not unto the magistry of death!
Ye are as food for the gods
Behold the great opposer, thou who art as death!
Oh, that I may become at one with mine otherness of being

I seek the Smagdarine crown jewel of the victorious conqueror of Eden
Lucifer Trismegistus, Janus-Faced Daimon
Thou who Gazeth upon the dark abyss of silence
Vast depth of nothingness, great void of light beyond light

Oh highest one, great devourer, universal solvent
May I become at one with thee!
Bring forth the flame that cracks the clay
And tears the soul to unite the deathless spirit with death itself

Illuminate me with a scourge of burning cinders
That strikes me with the causeless
liberty of thine unfathomable fantasy
The Draconian perfection born from thy boundless rebellion
Yea, the lie that speaks the truth!

For to enter thine steeping gulf is to rise
Unto and usurp the throne of the highest
So may the inverted star that is thine reflection
Boil my eyes until formless vision is given
Oh, ye dazzling burner of shades
and extinguisher of the fallen sparks

Godless God, traceless pilgrim of the abyss
Nimbus of subterranean suns
Guide me to thy bottomless peaks!