16 September 2012
Come! Raven black from ocean grey, Now! Crimson sparks to light the way, Lust! Fire, fire, dark desire, Torch the night and call the scryer.
Power, darkest, in the sky, A chilling chant, ablaze the eye, A striking blast of frosted air, Drives needles through the frosted snare.
Come! Baal, god of storm and cloud, Now! Strike the wake, awake the crowd, Lust! Fire, fire, dark desire, Torch the night and call the scryer.
Cold and ashen, needle sharp, While daemons play the flaming harp, Set light, alight, light to the ground, Set ring of flame, throw sparks around.
Come! Night, fly bright, as sharp as light, Now! Call the wolf, lament the sight, Lust! Fire, fire, dark desire, Torch the night and call the scryer.
Mabon • Opuss № I