418 - Satan's Host

418 of the Dark Cloak,

We are under Command.

Upon this Universe and

Over your shoulder.

As this Wrath of Rage

From your Mind Explodes.

Feel this

Demon Witchery.

Coiled flesh,

Black Sorcery.

ABRAHADABRA

The Sacred Key.

By our Left Hand

We cast a curse on you.

Shadows of Darkness,

Nocturnal Doom.

In every breath you breath,

Demons take seat.

Feel him, rebel of all sin.

Coming, in your immanent domain.

Magick is the Art of

Life itself and beyond.

Thus Magick is the Art of

Change in Phenomena.

All Souls exist, Ultimate.

Mist of Mind and Flesh.

Magick is the Art of

Life itself and Beyond.

Thus Magick is the Art of

Change in Phenonena.

All Souls exist, Ultimate.

Mist of Mind and Flesh.

Secrets Superior,

Metaphysics.

Enchant Godhead:

Eleventh Ring.

Behold within this Royal Art.

No not above, One Star in Sight.

A fiery force in nature.

Celestial Source springs forth.

Once inside, the Unholy Stones.

A consecrated, Sabbath is at height.

Hear thou Grim Goat Lord, rattling his skulls.

While these bones of muzik now conspire.

At dusk, midnight

A fever burns alive.

Warlock-Fire,

Cryptic desire.

Vanish, Appearing

Stardust on thou wings.

Mental telepathy,

Infernal Offering.

Open up the book of all mystery,

Ineffable Enlightening.

Given to flesh, body and blood

Unveil eternal wisdom.

Far beyond

Space and Time,

To some Darker

Glimmering.

A Deathless pang,

Beyond thought Supreme.

The Bleeding Vine;

Is Purple Wine.

It comes to us:

Supernatural.

Over lines

Communicable.