Plane of Awake: Dreams over Angel-Serpent Tower - Desolate Shrine

I call him

The first of the Witchblood

I call him

At the hour of the blackening dim

I invoke Him

The most vehement

Scorpion Soul

I invoke Him

To poison me from within

Come to me

From darkness beneath this plane of awake

Come to me

I do invoke thee!

Call Him, Invoke Him, Awake Him — Enter

Herein this blood-hour my infernal domain enter!

Glance in the black mirror, awake, enter!

In my Luciferian light the Angel-Serpent awake!

My body of shadow reform and take!

Next Moon it is I of great violence and terror

I of blinding blackness and horror

The Lucifer-stone cast into my waters from which all shores flee

And from this tower with Satan magick I raise my rivers to a storming sea!

With twelve wings of chaos and the Black Flame

Above the throne of men I ascend

My body of light descends to the grave, waking the shadow-self to transcend

I call Him, I invoke Him, come to me, I do invoke thee!