Husks In the Sand

I call upon thee for thy sphere

Sacred salts invoke the occult and fear

Five skulls and seven towers

Grant me thy seraphic powers

Seek the triads of umbral plains

Seventy two angles all in vain

Chaldee come forth with sacred flame

Induct I into thy holy name

Auroral orbs illuminate my path

Sfirot shows me the way to amaranthine wrath

Embrace thy dark archetype

A pungency thick and ripe

A wisdom from long dried lips

To sail with the dead ships

I go beyond this mortal realm

Drawing power from Abu's helm

Thy flaming sword and serpent's ring

Of which thy praises I eternally sing