[While incarnate, man is equally an entity of intellect and flesh, and neither aspect should be overlooked in the context of establishing and maintaining a connection to our gods. To worship merely in the temple of the mind is to wield the sword with just one hand.] A cold presence descends on us like some mist of blackest water drenched in this darkness we are cleansed from all profane The circle is forming there's no way nor will to retreat with faith as our fortress we've discarded doubt and shame Be with me now, o' children of Samael our mouths are one as we drink from the fullmoon's well No path is stonier than this No path as tortouous as His With the ichor of highest magick the Master moistened our lips
He taught us the craft of Speech and thus we'll make our voices heard The Kingdom is ours to rule and the heavens are in our grasp let our words of power reach all the quarters of the earth Move, dance, give away to this trance may hand join in hoof and hoof in hand sing, praise, as lust smears your face no act is unlawful in His pyre's blaze Sin, transgress, put each border to a test grant divine impulse full reign over flesh boil and seethe from head down to heels with fervour feed the God that lives in deeds Stand with me now, o' servants of Samael our mounts are one as we eat of the sun that fell No path is deadlier than this No path as glorious as His