I bid you come to me. I am your sanctuary.
I will protect you from the stones they throw in malice.
I am the morning star, the one you now see falling.
I am the key to unlocking your new potential.
See how they run in fear.
See how they now will tremble.
See how they burn away and feed your hungry demon soul.
See how the power grows.
See how the weak have fallen.
See now why you must give yourself to the path they oppose.
Deceive them all! Deceive the blinded masses.
Enslave them all! Become their false messiah.
You will absorb them all! You will become the power.
And as the young will learn, they are the purest nectar.
The face of Crowley has long since passed away.
Let the owl possess you. Moloch you will remain.
Your "Cremation Of Care" will kill the light within you.
Your heart will die in time. Your soul will never bleed again.
And now you have "true will". You have your p*** Thelema.
You'll have the children as the day burns ever longer.
Do not be without fear, you are not yet immortal.
Your weakness lurks within the shadows you employ.
A dread you must ignore or hope they will restore.
Retreating to the cursed land from whence I came.
I've never felt a force that made my power fade.
Praise the dead! They now will serve you!
Raise the dead! This is your gift!
I will protect you from the stones they throw in malice.
I am the morning star, the one you now see falling.
I am the key to unlocking your new potential.
See how they run in fear.
See how they now will tremble.
See how they burn away and feed your hungry demon soul.
See how the power grows.
See how the weak have fallen.
See now why you must give yourself to the path they oppose.
Deceive them all! Deceive the blinded masses.
Enslave them all! Become their false messiah.
You will absorb them all! You will become the power.
And as the young will learn, they are the purest nectar.
The face of Crowley has long since passed away.
Let the owl possess you. Moloch you will remain.
Your "Cremation Of Care" will kill the light within you.
Your heart will die in time. Your soul will never bleed again.
And now you have "true will". You have your p*** Thelema.
You'll have the children as the day burns ever longer.
Do not be without fear, you are not yet immortal.
Your weakness lurks within the shadows you employ.
A dread you must ignore or hope they will restore.
Retreating to the cursed land from whence I came.
I've never felt a force that made my power fade.
Praise the dead! They now will serve you!
Raise the dead! This is your gift!