The Majestic horns of Baphomet
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are indeed our occult banners proudly up in the air!
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The androgenious light of Lucipher
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is our noble passion, most dear and rare!
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Oh! Faustian spirit of conquest
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May be thy allied in this infimious battle
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Against the Arauts of Desrespect
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Those who step with muddy feet the sapient inscriptions of our cradle.
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To our strenghtening I proudly confess:
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I worship thee, for they are my weapons to hurt god.
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Oh! Great wings of Beelzebuth
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Will you honour me and lay the head
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of a son of caym, in the soft sands of Manitou
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Where I'll sleep under this neophyth Sky of Anxiety.
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For the dawn of Knowledge has a Southern Sign
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Delfos will once again desveil its light
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And those with eyes will drink this precious wine
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But for the blind, Ignorance shall be the only sight!
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To our strenghtening I will re-affirm:
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I worship thee. They are my Shield.
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And their message I shall reveal.
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Because: "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"
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And this Southern blend of esoteric sapience
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This sensual Mediterranic Philosophy
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Will be the only and holy science
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And these lines both dream and prophecy!
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"Ecce Homo!" - Those you'll call the Wise
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Who will destroy this pitful hole of common sense
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of desrespect for the true occult devise
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Those who from, the lambs, shall feel the sharpened spears of Intelligence!
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I worship thee. "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"
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I worship thee. "Consummatum est!"
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Tenebrarum Oratorium (Andamento I / Erudit Compendyum)
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