We evoke the creatrix Seed of mankind Six candles alight Giving sight to the blind We drink from The spring of The sanctified fire Blessed by Astarte Our purifier Wanton demon succubi Wail in trance Fornicating to the scent Of burning incense To the monarch of olde We pledge our souls He glides through The fire mists With wings of gold Traversing the Sunless seas of war The hearth of darkness From aeons afore Sacred mystical Papyri in our hands Before your eyes Like demigods we stand Arcana imperii Invisible power Giving us stealth De culto mysterii Unbound wealth Nimis on our right hand Nergal on our left Father of the Glorious crown Ruler of God and man Liege of the seasons And the stars Our harvests Your emanations Supreme and unknowable You are the heaven At night You are the spring Sun The air of life Primeval force Of creation Perdition and damnation Absolute, beyond time Rise for Your coronation Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!