Vabzir Camliax Lyrics - Enochian Crescent

The lunar current within the earth 

It curls around the ashen, uninstructed mortals 

Damn them, damn them who pity! 

They shall be smitten and fed to celestial fire 

Quoth the crowned and conquering one 

The fiery joy, seated as a great lost god. 

The eagle spake! 

Fragrant steam sent up by offerings 

As the night weaves her unpenetrable veil 

The infinite aether of austere skies 

To be airborne is to be lost to the earth 

Evoken as an eagle yet swifter and deadlier 

Accursed opponent twitching on the talons of eager violence 

"The best blood is of the moon, monthly; 

Then the fresh blood of a child or dropping 

from the host of heaven; Then of enemies; 

Then of the priest or the worshippers; Last of 

some beast, no matter what." 

- LIBER AL vel LEGIS