| I behold the infernal depth of the rootless root | |
| In a constant flur of a qliphotic mortificaton | |
| The endless pleroma mirroreth as the gate of Chaos opens | |
| Ande the sparkless spark of divine light shines in the abyss | |
| The structure of the Absolute revealeth | |
| Wonders of the past and what is yet to come | |
| As Marah's legs are spread | |
| Ande the divine Word vibrated in the Womb | |
| Beyond the eyeless Daath | |
| Leaving the triads underneath | |
| I ascend the eleventh path | |
| To become immortality and Death | |
| I emerge from Sithra Achra | |
| And acknowledge the many natures of Understanding | |
| In violent rituals of the most inpure eroticism | |
| I seek to drown myself in the sterile Waters of Death | |
| Where is movement, there is life that must die | |
| Gather every limb near the heartbeat of Death | |
| In a joint pilgrimage to the Womb of it All | |
| Prasie ye Death with passion for Nothing is holy | |
| Their Kingdom was already mine | |
| Now I am crowned | |
| I am He that is, and is Not | |
| I am the One, I am none |