A Wanderer's Call and Orison

Far, far I go from the eyes of men
Far, far I go from the ears of the profane
Who call Him falsely 'the Devil'

With rabid hunger I beseech Thee,
Hearken! To Thee art directed my most sincere orisons,
For my belief comes from Thy seed
and it expands from my heart's
deepest centre, to the farthest horizon.

Within the temple that my skull is
the Serpent cometh and saith: "Fear not, be brave!
This path is crooked and steep,
but the retribution is, oh, so high and great!"

Oh, Moon most bright, oh Moon most dark
With open heart to this journey I now embark
To fields by night I go, through forests and murky trails
To increase my body of light, and make one of phallus and kteis.

Oh light, shin into this night
I draw you from the Stars,
to the centre of the Earth
Stars to Earth, Stars to Heart

From my brow unto my nave!
From one hand unto the other
To infinity in all directions
Grant me power and protection!

This Road has to be walked
The Torch has to be borne
Until all chains are Shattered
And my soul free from thorns.

So mote it be!