divine sending of angles into the sanctiest apocryphal lines a book of death for those who have journeyed onto the other world out of the desert it arose the vibe core of chaos help of god aids of men i have read the book in total blackness with eyes that read for the first time the ritualistic wheel of the satanists magister of the multitude ordering the deepest fears obeying the dirtiest fires out of the seas it arose the beast that reigns over men help of god aids of men gathered in crime angels laid on earth the spirit in numbers a failure of the sacred one arcane one failure murders of the fourth a birth of infamy those who punish have sent a son the annunciation to the holy ghost and then the silence before the annunciation a curving of time and space the ghost has lost his shadow i enter now for i have no fear nor doubts i follow the god that makes no sound the ghost that speaks not consecration through nudity eastern fires to the west and when the beasts toned voices out of the silence a rape under heaven he is none and he is all i have read the book in total blackness with eyes that read for the first time the ritualistic wheel of the satanists constellations that shines behind death