The Hierogram

I

The eternal flame of Hell,

Spawning from the Astral graves,

Carries a bewitching spell,

To trample dogma and it's slaves,



From beyond the stars,

Dabih, Naos and Algol,

As Saturn joins Mars,

To bless the darkened soul,



Unbound by faith or illusion,

Empowered on Candlemas eve,

Covens of witches in unison,

Ride Luna's silver beams,



II

A ceremonial invocation,

Beyond the normal and the real,

A postulated ideation,

To endure the final ordeal,



The power of the damned mind,

Inspired by a succubus' kiss,

The seeds to tempt all mankind,

The keys to reach the Abyss,



Through nightmarish landscapes,

Arcades deformed and surreal,

Confronting the bestial horned shapes,

For their lovely horrific appeal,



III

Black velvet cloth upon the altar,

Thirteen candles in the night,

Within our sanctified circles of power,

We draw deep the ethereal light,



The blood of a sacrificed virgin,

Stains the velvet, the stone and the moss,

Incense wafting from behind the curtain,

Marked by the inverted cross,



Awaiting midnight's tolling,

To feast upon the human heart,

The horned thing now emerging,

From the triangle of the art,



IV

Dark shapes, delivering you to Satan's hearth

Astral forms now roam the earth



Crumbling Religions becoming as dust,

All souls giving in to the dominion of lust,