Thrice - anointed with the elixir of offering The candles around me have nearly come to life And as the salamanders are dancing their magic my elven angels paint the walls of this shrine
Here I sit at the confluence of the old and the new At the crossroads of all that is not and what will be Each fiber in my being resonates with the objective This art is my temple and none other shall I need
Life force is spilled, the intent voiced Strong is my will, may all hindrance recoil
Awaken and will a flame... And a flame will awaken!
Words vanish from sight Blood becomes ash Amidst the thickest black is seated the shining Baphomet Channeling the blessing Casting the curse most grim So that I may approach the void and be that much closer to Him
Life force was spilled, the intent voiced Strong is my will, may all hindrance recoil
Awaken and will a flame... And a flame will awaken!
