deep I now enter my spell invocation of time released by my being lunar light above the seed that inside shines my voice, o my voice how long awaited these words I usher in the being of time and it dispels my cosmic grace I am nothing a nothing I am I capture my void yet the void is all Apollo of once so young now shines Atum-Ra and thus I scribe to a hidden word Nuit birthed my existence in non-reality I was born I founded self upon the unreal and gave my transference full I know this inner struggle is one with peace to simplify my thoughts alone do I taste myself? control is now lost my muse is free the essence of all before because everything I am deep I do tragic flow these words seem routine yet captured inside is a song of tongues “spellicia tena rem furn exemplia tren du turn beautifia expelia luna endorasmy herno flura” these words of my taste flow from Egypt long before the Lemurian race do thee words usher yes, before the moon they are a twilight to the realm of shades thus my mind now entraces all words caught I wish, my hidden wish is to find magic on this night unleash my clear sight to further light so Apolllo I cast thee through be a way of the seer |