"La Cicerone, (potestas data est mihi)."

My Cicerone came to Me
(I don't know if in a Vision
or a Dream),

I was asked, "Do You like
these Antiquities; all of
these Gifts, I can Bequeath
upon Thee: I have the Power,"

I said, "I Am Intrigued,"

Wielding Supernatural Ability,
My Guide Exhaled and Imparted
into My Being, Ancient Skills
and Inscriptions Written that
would Utter themselves in My
Soul, becoming Carnate in
this Body, giving Me Knowledge
of the, "Old Craft,"

"Work what Talent You want to
 at Sheer Will; let the Essence of
 the, "Old Ways," Exude and...

Influence,"

"When a Man Dies, then does He
  begin to really Live: You have to
  Lose Everything to let this...

Daemon in,"


"Do You think than in Vain, I've went
 back and forth, to and fro religiously,
 as though I'm indecisive and straddle
 some Fucking metaphorical fence
 I don't do this cause I'm weak and don't
 know what I want
 I do it to show the World that there's
 nothing to believe in: I'll Preach it briefly
 and then, go back; just to prove that, that
 shits all a sham

When I Rise and then Fall; I become
 Enlightened and as I Descend Deeper, I
 Ascend Higher in the Daemonic Echelon,"

I'm a Devil incarnated, to prove to this world
that there's no Saving Cross: no, life giving
cause; I'll make a Mockery of it all...

Over and over again.