The Deceiver
lnvoke the fourth light. In dark rite. To balance the One
The inverse of Tiphareth. Yet entwined in the seed
As the fallen Daath cometh, a reflection lurking beneath
He is royal - He is blessed
All is devoured in his caress
He is the extinguished globe of light
Swelling in the seas of Leviathan
From a seed ruptured an adversary like no other
An opposing force arisen from Sitra Achra
At last when I open my eyes...
I see I wear the crown of the Deceiver
He, the bearer of wisdom
Of all things seen and unseen
The Forbidden. The Unknowable. A Revelation
The Rites of Black Mass
The Lust of Divine Rot
Deep in Necromantic Curse
A ritual of Concealed light