AdraMelekTaus
A cold presence descends on us
like some mist of blackest water
drenched in the darkness
we are cleaned from all profane
The circle is forming
there's no way nor will to retreat
watch faith as our fortress
we've discarded doubt and shame
Be with me now, o' children of Samael
our mouths are one as we drink from the fullmoon's well
No path is stonier than this
No path as torturous as His
With the ichor of highest magick
the Master moistened our lips
He taught us the craft of Speech
and thus we'll make our voices heard
The Kingdom is ours to rule
and the heavens are in our grasp
let our words of power reach
all the quarters of the earth
Move, dance, give sway to this stance
may hand join in hoof and hoof in hand
sing, praise, as lust smears your face
no act is unlawful in His pyre's blaze
Sin, transgress, put each border to a test
grant divine impulse full reign over flesh
boil and seethe from head down to heels
with fervour feed the God that lives in deeds
Stand with me now, o' servants of Samael
our mouts are one as we eat of the sun that fell
No path is deadlier than this
No path as glorious as His