1. Prayer Of Naphal

-א-
O, source of sources, Silence of God, from which precedeth the Triunal Eye of Darkness whose gaze is the Light of all
Lights.
נפל – נפל – נפל

-מ-
I call down your bright angel. Azael manifest, from one source become twain, engendered as Samael-Lilith falling from
the womb-waters of Da'ath unto Eden on High and as flame born anew through the sun of the Low Paradise.
נפל – נפל – נפל

-ן-
Down and down, oh blazing celadon meteor of Lucifer's Fall. Crash into the primordial sea that is my heart, to become
Leviathan, source of all Salvation.
אמן – אמן – אמן

2. Et Nox Illuminatio Mea In Deliciis Meis

My pleasure is melancholy – God above me – God below me – My heart the fulcrum between
I am of you – You are the lord – I am of you – That makes the darkness shine
I am of you – Glorious as the sun – I am of you – Our father who art in me
You draw me up! – EHEI – Death! – EHEI – Daimon! – EHEI – Fire! – EHEI
You draw me up! – Athanor! – EHEI – Serpent! – EHEI – Horns! – EHEI
I –? – Draw you –? – Down –?

I long for the gift of profound death – So I pray before your mask
Bowing down before this self I cannot know – Least I open the temple's door
I could never approach your mirror – Your blessing is ecstatic reverie
So jubilant within your Night of Light – The Dark Noontide

And He sayeth unto me! – And He sayeth! – I am your lord!
And He sayeth unto me! – And He sayeth! – I am your lord!

Your pleasure is melancholy – God below me
Your pleasure is melancholy – God above me
My heart crucified between – My heart crucified between

Our father who art in me – Whose inverse light shall set me free

God above me – Shaitan! – My heart crucified between!
God below me – Shaitan! – My heart crucifed between!

God within me – And I sayeth – I am your lord!
God within me – Shine! – I am your lord!

I drink the black-bile philtron – Of your Saturnine cup
Upon your earth – I do sup
My nourishment commeth – My nourishment cometh
My nourishment commeth from doing the will of my father

3. Lantern Of Eden's Night

Asael, descend from High Eden! From Abyss to the Sun
Down the Bright Serpent – Towards the Dragon of Nun
Within the Night of Black Eden – Towards Death I would bow
Illumed by the flames of a trident – To pierce the Mark of my brow

To become as lampadiphor – Of a great fallen spark
From a star Luciferous – To illumine paths dark
Lucifer – Messiach! – Guardian of the Second Tree
O perilous Star of the Morning! – Darken my plea!

Strike me Lord, strike me! – With your igneous blade
The mark of Pentagrammaton – By which the soul is remade
O' Morning Star smite me! – Pierce the chambers of my heart
Carve a seat for your bright wisdom – And let profane life depart

My blood is my offering – To the plot of this sacred place
With Lilith-Nachash behind me – Opposite your luminous face

A shadow cast by your fire – From hers is the blood of our race
She who first offered – The poison fruits taste
And guised with temptation – The path towards divine fate
A riddle to solve – A great thirst to sate

O Shaitan above me! – Three who art One –
Guide, Lord and Daimon – Forge, flame and sun
I pray you bless me with eminence – And impart your gift – And by resurrection uplift

Resolve this "I" to your aspect – Crowned with horns twain
And armed with the blade – By which I was slain
I pray to know – And I will to be – To become as the monad – By way of trinity
And walk Eden's Night Path towards God's temple – By the light of the Adversary
And by root, heart and crown – Coil about the Second Tree

4. Things Which Are Naught

In Death's holy silence I call you
God above me, God below me
By Neither, Neither, myself unseen
God within and God beyond me
Reflected in these mirrors darkly
God above me, God below me
By Neti, Neti, a faceless face
God within and God beyond me

You abysmal rift in the fabric of being
Ungraspable shadow, devour me
As I open my eyelids for your gnashing teeth
And fill the hollows with blackest dreams

"For his art did express
A quintessence even from nothingness,
From dull privations, and lean emptiness;
He ruin'd me, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darkness, death: things which are not"
[John Donne – Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day]

Coil about me and breathe my new name
Self above me, Self below me
Plow earth into abyss and reap its bitter grain
Absence within me, Presence beyond me

And your naked splendor has carved open the pathway
Into wonders of the howling night and the twist of the moon
Where the dead awakens to the call of serpentine cherubim
To fall ever deeper and deeper into their tombs

Restructure the dried out bones of the world
And fill its dried out veins with your word
A promise of everything I will come to be
The Nothing within me and the All beyond me!

5. I Am The Gateway

At the barren edge of the silence of Night
'neath the snare where the snake sheds its skin
Where the rivers of our strangest dreams collide
I ventured into the wilderness of Death's awakening

To seek for that which all others abhor
On a road that defies the course of the world
With the blood of my heart seal the fated oath
At the point where all moments unfurl
I chance my all for everything other
My soul unto you, demon and brother

Into the circle where eye must meet eye
With the one who is all that I am not
And the Night is but all that lies in-between
Where sown is my Self's seed
Within the torn tome of destiny

All secrets are tied to none strangling noose
That's solved and rebound upon the Gallows hill's top
And in a storm of peacock-feathered bliss
Shall strange new wine fall into my cup

For between the cold fingers fetching sense
Falls golden sparks and the fallen angels' seed
That flows into the core of crossroads
Where all paths crooked and narrow must lead

Doorways unlocked, chalice overturned
I slit the jaded throat that sings the wretched world
And dive into the instant, the void of your face
Where the veins of God opens beneath my lightning bolt blade

The hour is struck, the time is at hand
To rewrite the rhymes that our cruel fate once planned
O Devil and God, on your road I embark
For we are bound everlasting by pact, birth and a murderer's mark

6. Call Of The Exile

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7. Where Fire Never Dreamt Of Man

...And I dreamt of libricide and fire
A flaming pyramid opening the desert nights
Flaring letters in mad laughter swirling across the sky
Like screeching simurghs unchained
That stole the keys right out of St. Peter's hand
To dare the borders to forgotten lands

Shine you terrible lamp of Wisdom
Shine upon the desert fields of night
Shine within flesh and blackest mire
For my tongue has a dire taste for fire
Fallen into the wastelands of our dreams
Where I'm wildered unto the forbidden gleam
Of Azazel's burning sacrament and sword
So descend upon these lands,
Estrangement's Lord!

Throw me into the depths where you once fell
To be accursed and blessed within the springs of Hell
To pass outside the route of heaven's stars
And die to the yoke of heaven's law
I've become something I've never dreamt of before
My words all burnt within your unearthly torch
My name re-written in your blazing winds
And known is the secret of Shemyazaz' sin

"O Nimbus of a daimonic crown, blaze forth across eternity... For me!
The night is wholly mine and in Death's kiss it is sealed
Where light and darkness conjoin, I have buried my Will towards expanses impossible
And opened the road unto where thoughts bow before: Red, Holy, Chaos-flame."

8. The Witchfires Of Tubal-Qayin

Come ye Sons of Celestial Fire, – Descend as of Olde!
To mix your seed with mortal kind and sire unlawful progeny divine.
As unto Qayin, at crossed-roads three, – The bloodline of wisdom, pass unto me.
For with this, my sacrifice, self unto Self, I am led
Into the Witching Fire of Tubal-Qayin!

Come ye Daughters of Ancient Night, – Arise and behold!
The path of the Blessed Serpent bright, – Fallen from heaven's black light.
As unto Calmena, at crossed roads three, – The bloodline of wisdom, pass unto me.
For with this, my sacrifice, self unto Self, I am led
To imbibe the envenomed Graal of Lilith!

"In the brazen Citadel, in the Hall of Flames,
I call upon Thee, Goat-Angel of the Golden Horns,
Master of the Primal Fire, AZAZEL-QAYIN, appear in Thy brilliance!
O flame breathing Daemon and Wizardly Smith,
Who forgest the iron weapons of victorious liberation,
Hearken to me, who am of Thy cunning seed, – The hidden house of AZAZEL!"
[Nigel Jackson – The Masks of Misrule]

From the bellow's breath, the flame is born, – That tempers the blade, forged by the Lord.
The hammer strikes to shape the blade true, – Through furnace and flame born anew,
Wielded now with steady left hand, – To pierce the hearts of woman and man.
All Hail, Sword of Judgment, cut to the core, – Strike fear in your enemies, Sword of War!
Rise, O Flame, ever higher, – Burn to ashes all within this pyre
At the Forge of Tubal-Qayin.

Come ye Children of forgotten Gods born, – Recall what was told!
The promise made in gardens of Eld, – When with the Wise Serpent, converse was held.
As with Seth, upon the Olde Serpent's Tree, – The fourth road of wisdom, shall set me free.
For with this my sacrifice, self unto Self, I am led
To embrace Death, the Master's revelation!

A conflagration of All, yet within detritus most foul arises – A crown and a might beyond Law!
Unum adversas omnia, the Opposer's path revealed,
All-Otherness resolved and in One Thing sealed.

9. Salvation Is The Son Of Leviathan (Alabas In Memoriam)

And God created great Tanin...

Ye, who I cannot know in life
Nor approach but by the way of death
The muted Heart of the boundless ocean
I pray, I pray, I pray to you
Swallow me...

Your essence is... – None in man – The void in אדם – Whose clay is dead
Your essence is... – נ in מ – The sea unto which – I pray be fed

Void of Heart – Hollow clay
Fed to the whale – To become osprey
Void of Heart – Clay absent flame
Towards the Heart of Void – That ancient Name
Leviathan – לויתן
Drown me in – Leviathan
That ancient name – The Death within the Waters
Leviathan – לויתן
I die within – Leviathan
Whose maw is the womb – Of salvation
I sink in your ocean – And with wordless prayer beseech you
I come unto this baptism – And die that I may reach you
Take from me – This lifeless clay
And place in this nighted breast – The flame of day

10. The Otherness Of Being

What is this wind of black fate – That guides me and carries me on?
So steeped in the Devil's earth – So far from the fane of sun,
A voice in the darkness, – In irremeable fathomless depths
The black, the living darkness inside me – Is Death!
Yet as distant as elder stars, – Whose once brilliant flames are long dead
A paradoxical inverse light – No sun ever shed

It calls me it names me "No-one" – With silent sepulchral breath
So I name Him the "All" and the "No-thing" – Within the Garden before the elders of Seth

The shade of Abel arises before me, – 'Neath the blood stained right hand of Qayin
And his left hand is pointing – Towards the sacred plot of the slain

Oh, ineffable guardian and guide – My dream veiled daemon of other
As one we were born of the Devil – And Eld Night our majestic mother

I am myself! I wish to be other!

Crown me with thorns, – 'Neath great spiraling horns
Three nails to affix our fate – Upon the cross betwixt evening and morn
Let the seal of ever-becoming – Be now rended and torn
And to the daemon within – A new pact is sworn
"Self" I name thee – My shadow veiled brother
Yet no name can be given – To that which is other

My Fate – My will – My heart – You fill – With light – Beyond light – A flame like the night
My lord – My love – My god – Above – My angel – That – Is naught – Answer my call
My Darkness – My sea – Of black – Eternity – Becoming – In darkness – A will – To be free
A self – Becoming – Other – Than self – My otherness – That – I dream – And die to become