He came out of the long black night
With a cracked-up dream and a heart wound tight
Every road he took just let him down
Left him bleeding in another town

Then she moved like a shadow through the neon rain
With a sweet dark smile and eyes like a hurricane
And for one lost second, his whole world changed
As if a scared young soul could be saved by flame

Certainty until the end
That’s what she gave, that’s what he held
When the whole world turned its back again
He found heaven in her rebel skin
No law, no light, no voice from above
Could tear him away from that kind of love
If it all burns down, if it all screams sin
He’ll still be hers with certainty until the end

They ran past the lines they were told not to cross
Paid in blood for every blessing they lost
But the cold, cold eyes in the houses of stone
Never knew what it meant just to not be alone

She poured out her fire where the lost ones stayed
Lit up the dark where the desperate prayed
And the broken came close just to feel that heat
Like the dead might rise if their hearts could beat

Call his name from the other side
Tell him love is a curse, tell him run and hide
But he won’t go back, no, he can’t return
Not after the night that made his soul burn
When the last word falls and the silence begins
He’ll reach for her sin again

Certainty until the end
That’s what she gave, that’s what he held
When the whole world turned its back again
He found heaven in her rebel skin
No law, no light, no voice from above
Could tear him away from that kind of love
If it all burns down, if it all screams sin
He’ll still be hers with certainty until the end

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Inspired by Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli 7.41–52: Come, O my God, in one last rapture let us attain to the Union with the Many! In the silence of Things, in the Night of Forces, beyond the accursed domain of the Three, let us enjoy our love! My darling! My darling! away, away beyond the Assembly and the Law and the Enlightenment unto an Anarchy of Solitude and Darkness! For even thus must we veil the brilliance of our Self. My darling! My darling! O my God, but the love in Me bursts over the bonds of Space and Time; my love is spilt among them that love not love. My wine is poured out for them that never tasted wine. The fumes thereof shall intoxicate them and the vigour of my love shall breed mighty children from their maidens. Yea! without draught, without embrace: and the Voice answered Yea! these things shall be. Then I sought a Word for Myself; nay, for myself. And the Word came: O Thou! it is well. Heed naught! I love Thee! I love Thee! Therefore had I faith unto the end of all; yea, unto the end of all.

Out on the edge where the breakers burn white,
We drew a circle in the sand.
No more running, no more begging for night—
It’s here that we make our stand.
Hear that engine in the distance growl,
Like thunder learning how to sing.
Let them talk, let them point, let them howl—
We’re done with trembling.

Hold the line of light—
Don’t look away,
Raise your heart like a blade,
Let it blaze with spite.
No fear tonight, no price too high,
We were born for this fire,
We were made to survive.
Hold the line of light—feel it rise,
When the world throws its weight,
We don’t apologize.
Let ‘em laugh, let ‘em call it a lie—
We’re still here,
And we won’t hide.

They keep selling you chains with a beautiful name,
They call it “peace” when it’s just control.
But the truth hits hard like a summer hurricane—
It’s written in the soul.
So we fortify the will, we feed the flame,
We build a home where the brave belong.
If the sky cracks open, we don’t flinch the same—
We answer with a song.

Hold the line of light—
Don’t look away,
Raise your heart like a blade,
Let it blaze with spite.
No fear tonight, no price too high,
We were born for this fire,
We were made to survive.
Hold the line of light—feel it rise,
When the world throws its weight,
We don’t apologize.
Let ‘em laugh, let ‘em call it a lie—
We’re still here,
And we won’t hide.

And if you feel that doubt come crawling up your back,
Like a cold hand trying to pull you down—
Take one breath, take one step, don’t crack,
Turn that silence into sound.
There’s a refuge overhead, a spark under skin,
A bright little sun you can’t take away—
When you find it, you remember again:
You don’t have to be afraid.

Hold the line of light—
Don’t look away,
Raise your heart like a blade,
Let it blaze with spite.
No fear tonight, no price too high,
We were born for this fire,
We were made to survive.
Hold the line of light—feel it rise,
When the world throws its weight,
We don’t apologize.
Let ‘em laugh, let ‘em call it a lie—
We’re still here,
And we won’t hide.

Hold the line—hold the line—
Hold the line of light.

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Inspired by Liber AL 3. 4-7, 17: Choose ye an island! Fortify it! Dung it about with enginery of war! I will give you a war-engine. […] Fear not at all; fear neither men nor Fates, nor gods, nor anything. Money fear not, nor laughter of the folk folly, nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth. Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I am the strength, force, vigour, of your arms.

I keep my faith in the afterglow,
In streetlight halos on wet asphalt.
I learned to smile like a locked door,
To want too much and ask for less.

But you step in like voltage, clean,
And every nerve remembers heat.
Something in me stops pretending
That I’m not built for becoming.

Unveil me quiet, right here in the noise,
Where our brokenness turns into choice.
Let the distance collapse in a single breath
Make a universe out of this.
If I’m a spark and you’re a storm,
Then burn the shape I thought was “me.”
Hold me until the lines are gone,
And I can finally feel I’m free.

I count the nights like borrowed time,
Like each one owes me an answer.
Every sign I ever followed
Led back to hunger with a pulse.

But when your mouth finds mine, I swear
The world gets softer at the edges.
All my names fall off like rust,
And what’s beneath them starts to sing.

Unveil me quiet, right here in the noise,
Where our brokenness turns into choice.
Let the distance collapse in a single breath
Make a universe out of this.
If I’m a spark and you’re a storm,
Then burn the shape I thought was “me.”
Hold me until the lines are gone,
And I can finally feel I’m free.

No throne, no chain, no saving hand—
Just breth and blood and something vast.
Above us: cold and diamond-bright;
Within us: hidden, burning quiet.

Take what you need—take all you are—
And let it flood the locked rooms open.
I don’t want “less.” I want the real:
The kind of joy that makes you honest.

Unveil me quiet, right here in the noise,
Where our brokenness turns into choice.
Let the distance collapse in a single breath
Make a universe out of this.
If I’m a spark and you’re a storm,
Then burn the shape I thought was “me.”
Hold me until the lines are gone,
And I can finally feel I’m free.

Unveil me quiet, right here in the noise,
Where our brokenness turns into choice.
Let the distance collapse in a single breath
Make a universe out of this.
If I’m a spark and you’re a storm,
Then burn the shape I thought was “me.”
Hold me until the lines are gone,
And I can finally feel I’m free.

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Inspired by Liber AL 1.2-3, 12-15: The unveiling of the company of heaven. Every man and every woman is a star. […] Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love! I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy. Above, the gemmed azure is / The naked splendour of Nuit; / She bends in ecstasy to kiss / The secret ardours of Hadit. / The winged globe, the starry blue, / Are mine […] Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the prince-priest the Beast; and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They shall gather my children into their fold: they shall bring the glory of the stars into the hearts of men.

You wore the forest like a secret on your skin,
Oak-blood heartbeat, moss and smoke in your hair.
I stood behind the mask I swore I didn’t need,
Hiding the spark like contraband in prayer.
We traced the sky with stones and called it “home,”
A crooked cosmos laid out on the ground.
At midnight, hands like matches in the cold,
We lit up what the daylight never found.

Under the waning moon, we come undone—
Quiet thieves of fire, swallowed by the dark
We don’t confess; we become what we’ve begun,
Two shadows learning where the wild things are
And if the world asks why we never kneel—
We just smile and drink what makes it real.

Across the plain the wolves split open the night,
A brutal hymn that climbed into my bones.
We answered back, not with words but with teeth,
Running like a rumor through the stones.
Then the new chapel—white, polite, and blind—
Thought it could cage what it could never name.
You moved like sin in borrowed holiness,
And I loved you most when you stole the flame.

Under the waning moon, we come undone—
Quiet thieves of fire, swallowed by the dark
We don’t confess; we become what we’ve begun,
Two shadows learning where the wild things are
And if the world asks why we never kneel—
We just smile and drink what makes it real.

I don’t want saving.
I want the knife-edge truth.
I want the vow that burns without excuse.
So pour it out, that dark, informing wine,
Teach my mouth the sacrament of “mine.”
If I burn, let it mean something true—
Not forgiven—forged.

Under the waning moon, we come undone—
Quiet thieves of fire, swallowed by the dark
We don’t confess; we become what we’ve begun,
Two shadows learning where the wild things are
And if the world asks why we never kneel—
We just smile and drink what makes it real.

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Inspired by Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli 6.1-8: Thou wast a priestess, O my God, among the Druids; and we knew the powers of the oak. We made us a temple of stones in the shape of the Universe, even as thou didst wear openly and I concealed. There we performed many wonderful things by midnight. By the waning moon did we work. Over the plain came the atrocious cry of wolves. We answered; we hunted with the pack. We came even unto the new Chapel and Thou didst bear away the Holy Graal beneath Thy Druid vestments. Secretly and by stealth did we drink of the informing sacrament.

You came in wearing midnight like a second skin
No grand confession, just the trouble settling in
The room was full of borrowed light and cheap perfume
A perfect wreck of broken glass and velvet gloom

I should have walked before the walls began to bend
Before your silence started sounding like the end
But something in the way you looked straight through my name
Made every exit in the building feel the same

When the river turns, I go with you
When the world burns, I break in two
Every road I ran to led me back to your door
I don’t know what we are, but I know I want more
Let the whole world talk, let the whole thing burn
I’m already yours when the river turns

You never needed heaven hanging overhead
You wore your halo like a target instead
Your hands could make a ruin feel a little less alone
Could turn a crowded city into skin and bone

And all the faces blurred like headlights in the rain
A thousand little saints dissolving in my veins
You said, don’t pray for safety, pray to make it real
And kissed me like a promise time couldn’t steal

When the river turns, I go with you
When the world burns, I break in two
Every road I ran to led me back to your door
I don’t know what we are, but I know I want more
Let the whole world talk, let the whole thing burn
I’m already yours when the river turns

Morning found us half-alive and out of breath
Like we had stolen something from the hands of death
The sky was bruised, the street was silver, cold, and bare
But I could feel your pulse like summer in the air

No choirs came, no judgment fell, no warning sign
Just that strange peace that comes when two things fall in line
And all the years I wore like chains around my throat
Dropped one by one and vanished somewhere down below

No more waiting for a voice from above
No more dressing up fear and calling it love
I know the risk, I know the weight, I know the knife
But I have never felt so dangerous, so alive
If there’s a storm, let it open the sea
If there’s a crown, let it come for me
I won’t look back, I won’t return
Not after this
Not when the river turns

When the river turns, I go with you
When the world burns, I break in two
Every road I ran to led me back to your door
I don’t know what we are, but I know I want more
Let the whole world talk, let the whole thing burn
I’m already yours when the river turns

When the river turns, I go with you
When the world burns, I break in two
Every road I ran to led me back to your door
I don’t know what we are, but I know I want more
Let the whole world talk, let the whole thing burn
I’m already yours when the river turns
I’m already yours when the river turns

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Inspired by Liber Cordis Cincti Seprente 1.1: I am the Heart; and the Snake is entwined / About the invisible core of the mind. / Rise, O my snake! It is now is the hour / Of the hooded and holy ineffable flower. / Rise, O my snake, into brilliance of bloom / On the corpse of Osiris afloat in the tomb! / O heart of my mother, my sister, mine own, / Thou art given to Nile, to the terror Typhon! / Ah me! but the glory of ravening storm / Enswathes thee and wraps thee in frenzy of form. / Be still, O my soul! that the spell may dissolve / As the wands are upraised, and the fons revolve. / Behold! in my beauty how joyous Thou art, / O Snake that caresses the crown of mine heart! / Behold! we are one, and the tempest of years / Goes down to the dusk, and the Beetle appears. / O Beetle! the drone of Thy dolorous note /Be ever the trance of this tremulous throat! / I await the awaking! The summons on high / From the Lord Adonai, from the Lord Adonai!

I’ve been walking with my shadow on a short leash,
Trying to look brave in a world that loves a bruise.
I’ve been saving up my heart like it’s a secret,
Like joy is something you can’t afford to lose.

Then you moved through the night—no sound, no warning,
And the air turned warm where the cold had been.
Like a hand on the fever, like a window opening,
Like the dark remembered how to breathe again.

Take me the way I am—unchanged, unbroken,
Don’t make me smaller to be safe.
If love’s a law, let it be spoken
In the quiet “yes” we dare to say.
Pull me up from the old despair,
Set the black earth turning green—
No guilt, no chains, just gravity and prayer,
Just you and me and what we mean.

I’ve seen the way you hold your breath in daylight,
Like joy’s a thief and love’s a loaded gun.
But I can feel the winter in your bones,
And I know the exact hour it comes undone.

So stay in your sweet chaos, in your dreaming,
I’m not afraid of what you’ve been.
I’ll touch the ground you thought was dead forever,
And watch it rise—quietly—into green.

Take me the way I am—unchanged, unbroken,
Don’t make me smaller to be safe.
If love’s a law, let it be spoken
In the quiet “yes” we dare to say.
Pull me up from the old despair,
Set the black earth turning green—
No guilt, no chains, just gravity and prayer,
Just you and me and what we mean.

I’ve been afraid that I’m too much, too hungry,
Then let your hunger learn my name.

Afraid my touch would turn to ruin,
Then touch me like you’re not ashamed.

If there’s a door in all this sorrow,
I’ll be the light along the frame.

If there’s a feast beyond tomorrow,
Come—bring your laughter and your flame.

And if the world calls joy a weakness,
We’ll call it sacred all the same.

Take me the way I am—unchanged, unbroken,
Don’t make me smaller to be safe.
If love’s a law, let it be spoken
In the quiet “yes” we dare to say.
Pull me up from the old despair,
Set the black earth turning green—
No guilt, no chains, just gravity and prayer,
Just you and me and what we mean.

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Inspired by Liber Tzaddi 1.1-9: I fly and I alight as an hawk: of mother-of-emerald are my mighty-sweeping wings. I swoop down upon the black earth; and it gladdens into green at my coming. Children of Earth! rejoice! rejoice exceedingly; for your salvation is at hand. The end of sorrow is come; I will ravish you away into mine unutterable joy. I will kiss you, and bring you to the bridal: I will spread a feast before you in the house of happiness. I am not come to rebuke you, or to enslave you. I bid you not turn from your voluptuous ways, from your idleness, from your follies. But I bring you joy to your pleasure, peace to your languor, wisdom to your folly. All that ye do is right, if so be that ye enjoy it.

There’s a fire running under my skin
There’s a pull that starts before I give in
In the dead street glow, in the pouring rain
I can feel it cut through the doubt and the pain
Every hard night, every bruise, every scar
Leaves a little sign of what we are

In the dark, I’m still alive
Under every wound, I survive
When it all comes down apart
Something still beats in the dark

It gave me breath with a weight like stone
Made me stand up when I stood alone
In the long white noise, in the wasted days
I could feel it there through the smoke and the haze
Every last loss, every low, every lie
Couldn’t kill the thing that won’t die

In the dark, I’m still alive
Under every wound, I survive
When it all comes down apart
Something still beats in the dark

When the cold comes in and it steals the room
When the old fear talks like it’s telling truth
In the stripped-down hour when the fever breaks
I can feel that fire that no one can take
Every shadow fades, every false light falls
Something moves first when the silence calls

In the dark, I’m still alive
Under every wound, I survive
When it all comes down apart
Something still beats in the dark

In the dark, I’m still alive
Under every wound, I survive
When it all comes down apart
Something still beats in the dark

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Inspired by Liber AL vel Legis 2.6–9: I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death. I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. “Come unto me” is a foolish word: for it is I that go. Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have worshipped me; ill, for I am the worshipper. Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.

A thin note in the treeline,
Like breath through bone.
I came out here to lose you,
And I found my home.
The river keeps moving,
Cold and black—
And every step I take
Won’t take me back.
Snowlight on the high peaks,
Cold incense in the air,
But I don’t look up—
I know you’re there.

Hear it—low and far,
Pulling me apart.
Something in the dark,
Knows the shape of my heart.
No hands, no voice,
Just the hush before the flame.
And the loneliness breaks,
When I stop saying my name.

On all sides, the presence—
In leaf and stone.
In the taste of the night
On my tongue alone.
It finds every tender place,
Every pain I keep,
And turns the ache
Into something deep.
A sixth sense waking,
Like a door unlatching—
And I’m falling inward
Without catching.

Hear it—low and far,
Pulling me apart.
Something in the dark,
Knows the shape of my heart.
No hands, no voice,
Just the hush before the flame.
And the loneliness breaks,
When I stop saying my name.

Don’t call it a god.
Don’t call it a sin.
It’s the oldest sound,
Under my skin.
Let my mouth go strange,
Let my mind go still—
Love under the wild,
And the wild under will.

Hear it—low and far,
Pulling me apart.
Something in the dark,
Knows the shape of my heart.
No hands, no voice,
Just the hush before the flame.
And the loneliness breaks,
When I stop saying my name.

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Inspired by Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli P.1–15: Into my loneliness comes — The sound of a flute in dim groves that haunt the uttermost hills. Even from the brave river they reach to the edge of the wilderness. And I behold Pan. The snows are eternal above, above — And their perfume smokes upward into the nostrils of the stars. But what have I to do with these? To me only the distant flute, the abiding vision of Pan. On all sides Pan to the eye, to the ear; The perfume of Pan pervading, the taste of him utterly filling my mouth, so that the tongue breaks forth into a weird and monstrous speech. The embrace of him intense on every centre of pain and pleasure. The sixth interior sense aflame with the inmost self of Him, Myself flung down the precipice of being Even to the abyss, annihilation. An end to loneliness, as to all.

They talk like thunder from the edge of the room
Say I’m too far gone, say I’ll be gone soon
But I’m somewhere under a cathedral sky
With a fever in my chest and a spark in my eye

Down in the park where the tall grass bends
I saw strange little saints that I could not name
They moved like a scream in a circle of a dream
And nothing in this world came back the same

Wrap around my heart tonight
Pull me under, hold me tight
Shut the door against the storm
Leave me where the dark is formed
If this is ruin, let it start
Heaven’s got no hold on this heart

All my thoughts wore leaves and rain
Soft as poison, sweet as pain
They danced all night where the shadows bloom
Made a home in the hush, made a fire in the gloom

But you were the morning behind my eyes
The beautiful weight I could never survive
Come closer now, don’t let me breathe
I was never more awake than when I let you inside

At the end of the road, where the signposts rust
Where the names wear thin and the stone turns dust
Something old is stirring in the broken gate
No more sleeping now, no more asking fate

Break the line, draw the veil
Kiss the mouth of the holy vale
If the end is love with its teeth showing through
Let it come, let it come, let it come in true

Wrap around my heart tonight
Pull me under, hold me tight
Shut the door against the storm
Leave me where the dark is formed
If this is ruin, let it start
Heaven’s got no hold on this heart

Wrap around my heart tonight
Pull me under, hold me tight
Shut the door against the storm
Leave me where the dark is formed
If this is ruin, let it start
Heaven’s got no hold on this heart

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Inspired by Liber Cordis Cincti Seprente 2.47–55: They cried He is drunk or He is mad or He is in pain or He is about to die; and he heard them not. O my Lord, my beloved! How shall I indite songs, when even the memory of the shadow of thy glory is a thing beyond all music of speech or of silence? Behold! I am a man. Even a little child might not endure Thee. And lo! I was alone in a great park, and by a certain hillock was a ring of deep enamelled grass wherein green-clad ones, most beautiful, played. In their play I came even unto the land of Fairy Sleep. All my thoughts were clad in green; most beautiful were they. All night they danced and sang; but Thou art the morning, O my darling, my serpent that twinest Thee about this heart. I am the heart, and Thou the serpent. Wind Thy coils closer about me, so that no light nor bliss may penetrate. Crush out the blood of me, as a grape upon the tongue of a white Doric girl that languishes with her lover in the moonlight. Then let the End awake. Long hast thou slept, O great God Terminus! Long ages hast thou waited at the end of the city and the roads thereof. Awake Thou! wait no more!

I came when the city lights fade to embers,
Velvet in the dark where the wild hearts go,

A whisper in smoke, a promise in motion,
Cool as a secret only dreamers know.

I don’t want your sorrow, I don’t need confession,
No chain, no crown, no kneeling for the flame,
I move like mercy dressed in temptation,
And every lost boy forgets his name.

She comes like a fever I never saw coming,
A flash of blue fire with a dangerous glow,
She looks right through me, strips out the shadows,
Finds the part of me nobody else could know.

She don’t speak in lies, she don’t deal in pity,
No secondhand heaven, no saving grace,
She touches my skin like a loaded blessing,
And I fall too hard to turn away.

Take me where the blue after midnight burns,
Where the wheel of heaven turns and turns,
One kiss from the fire and the whole world falls away,
We’d trade every dawn for this electric sway.

Under your spell, under my skin,
Half in heaven, let the night begin,
Call me closer, I’m yours tonight—
Blue after midnight,
Blue after midnight.

There’s the soft touch, there’s the strike of lightning,
There’s a sweet wine and a sharper taste,
So choose what you chase when the stars start leaning,
Some hearts get saved, some hearts get razed.

No cheap devotion, no bargain heaven,
You can’t buy the fever with a handful of dust,
It’s gotta be hunger with no hesitation,
A reckless heart and a dangerous trust.

So pull the silk tight, let the old world shatter,
Raise your eyes where the night unfolds,
There’s a fire coiled deep where the saints can’t touch it,
There’s a secret pulse beating red and gold.

When you cry my name through the heat and starlight
I feel that flame like a live wire call
With our hearts thrown wide and our blood like summer,
We rise, we run, we give it all.

Take me where the blue after midnight burns,
Where the wheel of heaven turns and turns,
One kiss from the fire and the whole world falls away,
We’d trade every dawn for this electric sway.

Under your spell, under my skin,
Half in heaven, let the night begin,
Call me closer, I’m yours tonight—
Blue after midnight
Blue after midnight.

To me—
I’m coming alive—

Come closer—
Don’t leave me outside—

Blue after midnight
Blue after midnight.

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Inspired by Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli 7.41–52: Come, O my God, in one last rapture let us attain to the Union with the Many! In the silence of Things, in the Night of Forces, beyond the accursed domain of the Three, let us enjoy our love! My darling! My darling! away, away beyond the Assembly and the Law and the Enlightenment unto an Anarchy of Solitude and Darkness! For even thus must we veil the brilliance of our Self. My darling! My darling! O my God, but the love in Me bursts over the bonds of Space and Time; my love is spilt among them that love not love. My wine is poured out for them that never tasted wine. The fumes thereof shall intoxicate them and the vigour of my love shall breed mighty children from their maidens. Yea! without draught, without embrace: and the Voice answered Yea! these things shall be. Then I sought a Word for Myself; nay, for myself. And the Word came: O Thou! it is well. Heed naught! I love Thee! I love Thee! Therefore had I faith unto the end of all; yea, unto the end of all.

I am the Lord of Thebes, and I
The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu;
For me unveils the veiled sky,
The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu
Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet
Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

Unity uttermost showed!
I adore the might of Thy breath,
Supreme and terrible God,
Who makest the gods and death
To tremble before Thee:-
I, I adore thee!

Appear on the throne of Ra!
Open the ways of the Khu!
Lighten the ways of the Ka!
The ways of the Khabs run through
To stir me or still me!
Aum! let it fill me!

So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order.

The light is mine; its rays consume
Me: I have made a secret door
Into the House of Ra and Tum,
Of Khephra and of Ahathoor.
I am thy Theban, O Mentu,
The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!

By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;
By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!
Bid me within thine House to dwell,
O winged snake of light, Hadit!
Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

Unity uttermost showed!
I adore the might of Thy breath,
Supreme and terrible God,
Who makest the gods and death
To tremble before Thee:-
I, I adore thee!

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Inspired by Liber AL 3:37-38