In Ritual to Yam

In ritual to the essence of night.
I am darkness to see beyond sight.
I look into the abyss that is my heart
and I find the raging chaos.
The anti-cosmic current.
The raging chaos.
Tanin’iver initiate the union.
Lilith/Samael bring this world of pestilence.
Spare not one cosmic existence
from the completion to be had.
Serenade the last of aeons
with demon howls and owl screeches.
Slit the demiurgial throat
of Θεός (tetragrammaton).
Return us again to the tehom.
The Pleroma unbound within creation.
Unbound by the קליפות (Qliphoth)
no longer shackeled to the tree of lies.