Octavo (Swirling in Capricorn) Lyrics

Beware, man to sol sworn. When the virgin enters Capricorn. Thoughts of yours by the thorax torn. As shedding mask is so slowly shorn. Boubonic gnosis boils and blisters. Druj pervasive wracks son of sister. Now within Cronian hour is the virgin abcised- deflowered. Curse upon Assiah, fabric torn. See beyond cloth

Incumbent in Citta Vaticano. Lord's milk helixes the sartorious; seeps through sartorial gown. "Visions! Brother Emmanuel!" Exclaimeth the occupant of the sede vacante. "When all Kether's excrement comes to light, shall I wear the mask of the True Petrine." Hiraeth reverberate and reaffirm the time of Templar that I might exclaim "Mysterium Baphometis Revelatum"

Hewn in gold, Auroboros. The keys that stamp and brand my back. Thee extolled, Capricornus. The fiat of the absurdist's act. Resplendent in the citadel of death, and flesh. So therefore truth execrating, with hands that pledge to execute the worthless song of God! Tzimzum creates it's own, Tzimzum, a microcosm to suffer the macrocosm. Diminshing vacuous, in philosophical integrity. But the Hireath of Venus. Ignites yet! He who shall be victorious, in the final age must lead through the funeral parlours of Aquarius and in to the mouth of the drowning Helios. The undying will penetrates the wet and fertile void. Unpenitent copulation in the unkept garden. Obsessed by sex and power.

For what fool would profess to the rebellious dormant to know the nature of his own antithesis? So then, whom is the masochist who grovels at the base of that precarious spire, where the depraved despot perspires in nausious angst? And which is the one that flees the impending sargassum in futile protest?

Away! All ye
Now is time for
Honing of prurience
Suffer my will ablaze
As I endure
Self-inflicted divinity
Wimper your credo
As I complete
The Great Work