The source of splendour in forms manifold   in whom the fathomless arcana turn aglow   Eosphoros - The brightest heavenly eye   each tempest of doubt His grandeur makes subside      All aeons entwine for He did arise   the flame that without loss endlessly devides   like the sharpest sword is His unchallenged blaze   that cuts from our way the cobweb of restraint      Heralds, disciples and serpents we are   the object and the channel for His powers   driven forth by the undying lust   to surpass the frailties of ours   and to go beyond every Ring-pass-not      The true wisdom besmeared in black   waiting to be once unravelled   by the insightful and the daring   to be finally discovered      Whereas He is the circle, we are at the center   too abstract to be defined, too concrete to be denied      All aeons entwine for He did arise   the flame that without loss endlessly devides   you call Him Satan, the prince of darkness and death   we call Him Satan, the eternal fountain of strength      Whereas He is the circle, we are at the center   too abstract to be defined, too concrete to be denied