Our philosophy couldn't obviously remain written otherwise it would have been a dogma We practised for a while many rituals in houses, woods, fields and caves Initiations, invocations, sessions and adorations all scented by incense and black candles Everything was fascinating, sensual and even dangerous One of the rules was: no to acid Satanism We wanted answers, proof and tasks Not hallucinations Each one of us had his own duty We moved into the darkness like packs of mice No one had to see us They could interfere with our missions We were prepare for anything but we hadn't thought about hitches Sometimes curiosity makes people want to try and this was our case too But we weren't cowards... Others were, in fact one by one they all left And only two remained and it would have been very hard to carry on We were alone but even more angry