Arkham Witch - David Lund lyrics

So some privileged men Seek to slander me? So insecure Of their own authority Using their wealth And their social gait They seek to subdue And to dominate I'm afraid, gentlemen It's too late for you! We are enlightened Inducted Northern men Whitechapel is not The only host for them Dinner and tea with The Supreme Magus One big ma** of pomp and fuss Fraternitas Rosae Crucis indeed! Of the Dew and of the Light The Lamp of Thoth Is blazing bright I invoke the Gods tonight Make me stronger The Brotherhood Of the Rosy Cross Esoteric Philosophers Occultists of the North Keighley Fathers! Hails to our friend "The one who has been duped" I would suggest That this epithet is true For why would a gentleman Seek to boast Of the sacrifice of a kid or goat When the greater crime is A broken oath - or two? It's true that our circle Is adept in alchemy The Philosophy of life And the art of astrology But to beget a being On the astral plane In the light of the Spirit Where they emanate Is a practice from which We surely would refrain I a**ure you! Of the Dew and of the Light The Lamp of Thoth Is blazing bright I invoke the Gods tonight Make me stronger The Brotherhood Of the Rosy Cross Esoteric Philosophers Occultists of the North Keighley Fathers! "Remember, the undevout Occultist is mad He is but the unconscious instrument Of the evil powers he flatters Himself he commands. At d**h, Downwards falls his soul in the realm Of being to spheres of subhuman Existence. His chance of immortality Is for ever lost, and among evil Elementaries he thought he had Made his slaves he leads a malicious Existence of uncertain duration, Until having expended his vitality, He gradually becomes unconscious, A flitting phantom, disintegrating, Atom by atom, into surrounding Elements, at last he is gone, not Leaving even a shadow behind. Such is the fate of the faithless" So in conclusion, My dear gentlemen Mathers, Westcott, Blavatsky, all of them! Seek in the cause Just to publicise And to plant the notion In the Neophyte mind: That only a mason of London can be wise! True faith is not found In a mark or degree Or in the vain posturing Of their pageantry The greatest source Of the greatest wealth Is not by greed or not by stealth But through the maxim, Man, Know Thyself! Of the Dew and of the Light The Lamp of Thoth Is blazing bright I invoke the Gods tonight Make me stronger The Brotherhood Of the Rosy Cross Esoteric Philosophers Occultists of the North Keighley Fathers!