The Herald For Reason

From the primal sediment of Athor

I've built and moulded this body

Thus, to the lower spheres I may descend

To manifest myself before thee

The rays of illumination

Like spears I cast through thee

By the burning Eye, re-awaken Sight

Beaconed thy paths will be

I, the logos of the Black Fire

For the triumph of progress do strive

Amidst the haze of obsolete notions

Bright as the Dog-star I shine

Conventionality I shall rend to shreds

To banish all morals from thy temple of flesh

For with each step beyond thy human reflection

Verge thou evermore upon perfection The rays of illumination

Like spears I cast through thee

By the burning Eye, re-awaken Sight

Beaconed thy paths will be

Wisdom is the seedling of splendour

Will - the condition for it's growth

Flourish it shall with persistence

Though dwell it might neath a wintry cloak

As the torch of intuition

I shall throw light upon thy way

Guiding thee into the knowledge

Of thy Three-tongued Flame