(Lyrics taken from the second chapter of the Liber al vel Legis)
O prophet! Thou hast ill will to learn this writing
I see thee hate the hand & the pen; but I am stronger
Because of me in Thee which thou knewest not
For why? Because thou wast the knower, and me
Now let there be a veiling of this shrine
Now let the light devour men and eat them up with blindness!
I am the flame that burns in every heart of man
And in the core of every star
I am Life, and the giver of Life
Yet therefore is theknowledge
Of me the knowledge of death
Hear me, ye people of sighing!
The sorrows of pain and regret
Are left to the dead and the dying
The folk that not know me as yet
I am alone: There is no God where I am
But ye, o my people, rise up & awake!
Ye are against the people, O my chosen!
Hear me, ye people of sighing!
The sorrows of pain and regret
Are left to the dead and the dying
The folk that not know me as yet
I am alone: There is no God where I am
There is great danger in me
For who doth not understand these runes
Shall make a great miss
He shall fall down into the pit called
Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of Reason
May Because be accursed for ever!
