Arcana Imperii

We evoke the creatrix
Seed of mankind
Six candles alight
Giving sight to the blind
We drink from
The spring of
The sanctified fire
Blessed by Astarte
Our purifier

Wanton demon succubi
Wail in trance
Fornicating to the scent
Of burning incense

To the monarch of olde
We pledge our souls
He glides through
The fire mists
With wings of gold
Traversing the
Sunless seas of war
The hearth of darkness
From aeons afore

Sacred mystical
Papyri in our hands
Before your eyes
Like demigods we stand

Arcana imperii
Invisible power
Giving us stealth
De culto mysterii
Unbound wealth
Nimis on our right hand
Nergal on our left

Father of the
Glorious crown
Ruler of God and man
Liege of the seasons
And the stars
Our harvests
Your emanations

Supreme and unknowable
You are the heaven
At night
You are the spring Sun
The air of life

Primeval force
Of creation
Perdition and damnation
Absolute, beyond time
Rise for
Your coronation

Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!