I direct and I behold... The golden light descends at Will Veil of restriction unfold... Holy, silent and still I am, thou art, in extension...
Grant me the vision of thy chosen few The strength of a Devourer Very god of very god born anew All-absorber, all-deflowerer Nothing is in extension...
And I beheld and I saw The selfless self dwelled within And struggled Mehûmâh Ever Seeking, ever searching Through the deepest Mummu To descend in emanation
Through wombs of shining with radiance Of their serpent, of their death And other seals, secrets to me yet unknown Seals of splendor, seals of great mystery
Still, a vain effort was the search For the primum mobile encountered The vast Têhom, not through effort But by will
Be my prophet, O new-born That is the root of heavenly fire Illuminated, pure and anointed In all aspects like unto god... ... In extension...
And Behold I saw Tiamtu, the watery deep Yes, the ancient serpent of chaos In all it's horrid glory, raging relentlessly At the fire that had become the self Being slain... and born again Naught in extension...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
