1. Child Of Silence

I AM the Child of Silence
I AM the surrounding of the four
I shall bring forth a universe of Darkenss
I AM War

Lift your heads
my Father goes forth to judge the world

no man can hide
fom my Fathers eye
in the Day of Judegment of my God

until the Book be opened
until the hour sound
until the voice vibrate
until it pierce my Depth

no hope
no god
no resurrection
no end
I fall

2. Sorrow Infinite And Darkness

a sky of darkness covered
with stars of gold
angel wings hide all heaven

the terror of God
upon mankind
in Skies tremble
Aires fall

let the Sons of Earth
keep silence
for my Name become as that to death

cursed be the earth
for her iniquity is great
let Your Mercy be lost
open your etes of Flame and Light
upon the wicked

I have conqured
but pain
sorrow and infinite
and darkness are invoked

mother unveiled herself
sister violated herself
the World is desert
and motion is ended for ever

3. The Watch-Towers Of The Universe

Who are you
that would penetrate the mystery
it is hidden unto the end of time

Sorrow is not
save in the darkness of the womb by whom
evil came

time is not
save the darkness of the womb of her by whom

in the aeon of my father there is no sound nor silence
in the aeon of my father there is neither life of death
in the aeon of my father is a god with clasped hands
wherein he holds the universe crushing it into the dust that you call stars

and whoso has power to break open the sapphire stone shall
find therein four elephants upon whose backs are castles
those castles which you call the watch-towers of the universe

4. Makhashanah

daughter of Nuit
lady of the stars
the Bride of them that are vowed unto loneliness

she has the moon for a crest
and it is blazoned on her heart
she walks curced in silver

the queen of all them that dwell in Heaven
the queen of all that are pure upon earth
the queen of all that sorceres of hell

blaspheme her
then suffer knowing her
for she is cold as your are cold
and she burns with your fire

5. Righteousness In Beauty

there is a pentagram
and now the stone is gone
the whole heaven is black
the blackness of a mighty angel
his face and his wings and his rove and his armour all black

blow all your trumpets
for I will loose my hands from the mouth of the lion
and his roaring shall enkindle the worlds

I am he that swallowed up
death and victory
like the ash of dried leaves
the worlds are blown before me

let the stars burn in the fire of my nostrils
let the god and the spirits and the demons and the angels
be as motes dancing in the beam of my eye

is is hell unquenchable
bondslave of the curse
we give nothing
we take all

6. Death And Victory

my teeth are letters of the reverberating name
my tongue is a pillar of fire
and from the glands of my mouth arise
four pillars of water

blow all your trumpets
for I will loose my hands from the mouth of the lion
and his roaring shall enkindle the world

I am the that swallowed up
death and victory
like the ash of dried leaves
the worlds are blown before me

let the stars burn in the fire of my nostrils
let the gods and the spirits and the demons and the angles
be as motes dancing in the beam of my eye

it is hell unquencheable
bondslaves of the cursed
we give nothing
we take all

7. Come Away

come away
out chariot is drawn by doves
of mother-of-pearl and ivory is our chariot
and the reins therefore are the heart-strings of men

come away
every moment that we fly shall cover an aeon
and every place on which we rest there shall be
a young universe rejocing in it's strenght
and we shall flee away
comforted

come away
the price of the journey is little
though is's bane be death
and you shall die to all
that you fear
and hope
and hate
and love
and thing
and are

8. Mystery Of Toil

behold the mystery of toil
O you who are taken in the toils of mystery
the spade of the husbandman is the sceptre of the king
at the end of labour is the power of labour
I disport myself in the ruins of Eden
ecen as Leviathan in the false sea
and the sorrow that blackens your heart
is the myriad deaths by shick I am renewd

behold the mystery of toil
O you who are takes in the toils of mystery
all the heavens beneath me they serve me
they are my fields and my gardens and my orchards and pastures
my blood is wine and my breath the fire of madness
i life myselfe above the crown of the yod
I swin in the inviolate fountain

glory unto the Rose and the Cross
for the cross is extended unto the uttermost end
beyond space and time being and knowledge and delight
glory unto the Rose that is the minute point of this center
she is Nuit the circumference of all
and glory unto the Cross that is the heart of the Rose

behold the mystery of toil
O you who are takes in the toils of mystery
the whirlings of the universe are but the course of the blood in my heart
and its variety but my divers hairs
that shick I think to be myself is but infinite number
the change which you lament is the life of my rejoicing
the instability which makes your fear
is the waverings of balance by which I am assured

9. Rejoice

Rejoice with me
O you Sons of the morning

gather yourself up upon me
and we shall play togheter
in the fields of light

I have gone forth to war
and slain him that sat upon the sea
crowned with the winds

I opend my eye and dissolved the universe
I put forth my power and he was broken
I gaze into the seven spaces and there is naught

rejoice with me
for you are born intro the new Aeon
you shall not suffer death

10. Upon This Unprofitable Throne

absolut emptiness
no colour no form no substance
it is form me
that all this desilation proceeds

so it has been ever
so must it ever be

from me pour down the fires of life continually upon
the earth from me flow down the river of water oil and me
therefor am I lonely and horrible

upon this unprofitable throne

I am the who was befor the beginning
and in my desolation I cried aloud saying
let me behold the conutenace in the concave of the abyss
it was black and empty and distored that was (once) invisible and pure

so it has been ever
so must i ever be

from me comes forth the wind that beares the seed of all upon it's bosom
from me comes forth the earth in her unspeakable variety
all comes from me naught comes to me
I am lonely and horrible upon his throne