AND ON THE darkest of paths; leading deep into a forest of sleep and old dreams; where the untrodden ground between the trees; overgrown by their ghastly shadows, seeth no light; I beheld a double-edged sword, which is that of fratricidal curse and the serpentine knowledge of Life-Death;
And a harsh and morbid voice of the woods flew into my lungs and sang thus;
O hear my song of the sword!
The song of Cain, curs'd, abhorr'd!
Curs'd in clay, I curseth the day!
And like a beast upon its prey,
I throneth the corpse of Abel's race!
To crown myself in god's disgrace!
O hear the song of my tongue of sword!
The sword of the Beast, to be ador'd!
A sword of truth and knowledge forbidden!
Yet a key for adepts of the hidden!
That which opens the greatest of shrines!
A taste of fruit and a draught of its wines!
O hear! This is my sword of song!
Of curses sung by a sevenfold tongue!
I singeth the hymns of Nebuchadrezzar!
Star of the morning whom shineth from afar!
O'er my trembling spirit, the light!
...and burning Jerusalem illume the night!
And thus ends the first song, which was the song of Pan-Satan, the Horned God of the Witches; Baphomet.
And a harsh and morbid voice of the woods flew into my lungs and sang thus;
O hear my song of the sword!
The song of Cain, curs'd, abhorr'd!
Curs'd in clay, I curseth the day!
And like a beast upon its prey,
I throneth the corpse of Abel's race!
To crown myself in god's disgrace!
O hear the song of my tongue of sword!
The sword of the Beast, to be ador'd!
A sword of truth and knowledge forbidden!
Yet a key for adepts of the hidden!
That which opens the greatest of shrines!
A taste of fruit and a draught of its wines!
O hear! This is my sword of song!
Of curses sung by a sevenfold tongue!
I singeth the hymns of Nebuchadrezzar!
Star of the morning whom shineth from afar!
O'er my trembling spirit, the light!
...and burning Jerusalem illume the night!
And thus ends the first song, which was the song of Pan-Satan, the Horned God of the Witches; Baphomet.