Join us into hresholds of moonless light

Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames

Incendere Magi Hortus Rosarum



Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth

The sten stars of Assiah wonders why the meadows are torched



The holocaust of Atu brings down the pyre of Chokmah

Chokmah fills lust into the virgin stream (silent waters)

A Heximethian spirit looks below the edge of a cliff

...and watches the thieves of serpents

(worm of the eight-fold-star)



Join us into tresholds of moonless light

Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames

Incedere Magi Hortus Rosarum



The sun of Tipareth's circle arouses the warlock and seed

Sephiroth plants your heart to grow his oak of VITRIOL

Sepher Yetzirah is the deepest root of Atu

the sun of Tiphareth's circle dances until it falls



Tiphareth!

Your lordship is the sixth sword that triumphs teh jagged blade

Strike it downward to a rusty point

...and burn the earth as roses burn in the meadow



"Come forth, o serpent, and take your fill of poison"



I am above you and I am inside you

My fierce eroticism is in yours



"For he is ever a sun, and for he is the winged secret flame"



I am the snake that kissed Gehenna's own worm

I giveth knowledge and delight to the ones



Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth

The ten stars of Assiah wonders why meadows are torched