كلمات Invocation

Lie down in my mind thunderous King Pure reality... Satan! who create youself Divine man filled by the light of will Impassive, pedatory Resting in every time of existence ...Take flesh from My flesh Drink blood from My veins... You! Who the winter of wisdom awakes from emptiness You! For whose God doesn't exist You! Spiritual revange of the truth You! Shining lightning of the nighty sky shattreing Jesus Christ's flesh You! Innocent child of the Thelema Eon Open my eyes by sparks of the starlights Let me leave by immaterial way I wouldn't die beyond the livings Devil of the pure feelings Devil of the pure wrath Kill in the might of suffering Preaching death of the God Preaching death of the God Crowning Satan arise!