Garden Of Delight Sacred Rites
i stanch the blood, the wafer soaks
it up, and the high priest invokes!
this bread i eat, this oath i swear
as i enflame myself with prayer:
there is no grace, there is no guilt,
this is the law, DO WHAT THOU WILT!
like a storm from beyond
there is no God to which I belong
i see thee hate, the hand & the faith awaken
in SACRED RITES
(i give you a broken soul)
then is rapture of the earth
and i and the earth are one
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the book of the law is written
concealed and done
imagine strongly a pentagram
aright, in thy forehead
making the sign of Horus
and roar THÉRION
i see thee hate, the hand & the faith awaken
in SACRED RITES
(i give you a broken soul)
initate the dream
in its wake
i’ll be forsaken
i give you a broken soul
his head bowed low
awaken
in SACRED RITES !