The Majestic horns of Baphomet  are indeed our occult banners proudly up in the air!  The androgynous light of Lucipher  is our noble passion, most dear and rare!    Oh! Faustian spirit of conquest  May be thy allied in this infimious battle  Against the Arauts of Desrespect  Those who step with muddy feet  the sapient inscriptions of our cradle.    To our strengthening I proudly confess:    I worship thee, for they are my weapons to hurt god.    Oh! Great wings of Beelzebuth  Will you honour me and lay the head  of a son of Caym, in the soft sands of Manitou  Where I'll sleep under this neophyte Sky of Anxiety.    For the dawn of Knowledge has a Southern Sign  Delfos will once again desveil its light  And those with eyes will drink this precious wine  But for the blind, Ignorance shall be the only sight!    To our strengthening I will re-affirm:    I worship thee. They are my Shield.  And their message I shall reveal.    Because: "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"    And this Southern blend of esoteric sapience  This sensual Mediterranic Philosophy  Will be the only and holy science  And these lines both dream and prophecy!    "Ecce Homo!" - Those you'll call the Wise  Who will destroy this pitiful hole of common  sense of disrespect for the true occult devise  Those who from, the lambs, shall feel  the sharpened spears of Intelligence!    I worship thee. "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"  I worship thee. "Consummatum est!"