Burn Baby Burn...

I shall go into a Crow,

With sorrow and sych and meickle care;

And I shall go in the Devil's name,

Ay while I come home again.

The Spell of turning into a Crow...

 "Fair is foul and foul is fair"

"So foul and fair a day I have not seen."

Left Hand Path

             
                      Theorica Magica

Yahweh, I have destroyed you;

Your angels lie dead from the curses

I send  In Lucifer's name

I have no desire for your love, 

My only wish is already fulfilled;

To become a Satan;

To ascend above thee. 

I have eaten from the Tree of Blasphemy,

Sophia burns inside my veins.

I am now the key to eternity 

By Lucifer's grace.

I Deny

"O you filthy dog, your cowardliness must have saved you now,
but I, Warlord of Chaos, have gazed into the Tablets of Destiny,
and I have seen how the struggle between Chaos and cosmos will end.
I have looked into the black tablets and seen your own creation turn agaI have seen those who serve The Wrath of The Blind Sword
open the gates to the hungry gods who await the day of vengeance.


My vengeance is within my blood's heritage,
and the hatred in my blood is without end.

"I have seen my own death in the Tablets of Destiny,

but I have also seen my own resurrection.

For what more is death to us that are of Chaos than a short rest?

We are the first, and we shall be the last!

We, who have never lived, can never die!

The very blood that runs through my veins shall one day defeat you,

for my hate is eternal, just like my lust for revenge!

Enjoy, O you filthy rebel god, your short victory, 

for the punishment for your crime is horrible and eternal!"

However from outside the barriers of the cosmos,

the gods of Wrathful Chaos,

which have risen from the blood essence of the Chaos Dragon,

are looking upon the creation of false light and awaiting the day of retThey await the order from The Eleven of Chaos,

to invade the empire of the demiurge,

to spread the flames of the Outer Light,

and to forever extinguish the dying spark of the creator gods.

Enuma Elish

Mother Tiamat, greatest of them all, screamed:
"How can you hope to kill something that never lived?
How can you defeat the one who has never been born?
I, Tiamat, was all when all was nothing!
I ruled before death existed.
I am the emptiness and the eternal darkness.
I am Chaos, the destroyer of all order and the mother of all and of nothingness!

When the light of the new gods have been extinguished, I once again will rule!"

"Create legions of vengeance, create demons of disorder, create gods of destruction,
for I, Tiamat, the most ancient and powerful of the gods of Chaos,
demand the blood of the new gods as sacrifice!
Create armies of Chaos Warriors, who shall avenge the death of Absu.
Create avengers of Chaos, my faithful Hubur, and avenge the distress of the Dragon!"

Zazas Zazas Nasatanada Zazas

ZAZAS ZAZAS NASATANADA ZAZAS

I stand at the head of Arezura
I enter the material world into the flesh
To manifest my desires
To become, move and change the world
according to my Will
By Zazas I become
By Zazas I am always
By Nasatanada in Opposition I became
By Zazas I change the world by my Will.

I am The Witch

~ We, the children of Astarte,
Dear abortions of the moon,
In a gay and silent party,
We are riding to you soon.

~ Ernest Christopher Dowson, The Three Witches ~

Madness

In a Dark Time

             

         In a Dark Time

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks--is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is--
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

Theodore Roethke

Theorica Thanatos

                   I have seen your grave,

             From the patterns in the pine

To the silken lining which will engulf your body,                              I have seen.

The stone used to mark your final resting place,

The moisture of the ground in which you remain,

                            I have felt.

           The stench you will leave within,

        The stages of your undevelopment,

                        I have known.

I have seen your cells break apart and decay.

I have known the brittleness of your fragile bones.

           And I have seen you forgotten,

      Buried beneath millions of years of life

                Continuing without you.

            And in looking at your face,

                   I have seen my own.