Of Horus follows this Aeon,
And sung is the paean
To Gods forgotten this day,
Images formed in potter's clay.
Thelema is the Word of the Law,
93 the justification of it's claw,
Liber Al vel Legis, Love without Flaw,
Uttered from his Satanic maw.
Crowley, Lusting mental abberation,
Raising himself to the top elevation
Neophyte, Zelator, Philosiphus,
Adeptus, Magister Templi, Magus.
Frater Perdurabo known to some,
Intending a larger part to play.
Ordo Templis Orientis You led,
Perverse dreams within your head.
Dubbing Yourself the Great Beast,
Attending Satan's untimely feast,
Thinking Yourself the latter day Levi,
Never realising, You too must die.
Ipsissimus, Love under Will,
Living Baphomet for Your only thrill,
Sanity long driven out,
Abyssal Power? The final Doubt.
Requiring Subordinates For Your Domination,
Gullible Fools For Your Invocation,
Submissives For Your Abomination,
Mater Tenebrarum For Your Fornication.
In You their torture making,
Preceding thy Thanatos, for the taking.