Eater Of The Black Lead

nexorable Death! Thine eminence above man is the very

countenance of the Devil. I would make an altar of thine

aspect. I would speak thy true name with an act of

silence. I would come to be before thee by way of

stillness and the Serpent eye, that I might know baptism

within thy waters. Death is thy name, yet I name thee

God, for there is no other. To thee I give my body like

fodder to the grave and offer breath that hath become as

the Serpents hiss. I exhale from my mouth the flame of

an inner fire, the greater “I” becoming, and let my husk

be filled with the wine of the abyss. I am the child of

death and dreams who passes beyond death and dreams.

Consummation with thy essence, I shall consume mine own

death until I hath become the conqueror of death, the

Eater of the Black Lead. I am the lampadiphor within the

hidden chambers shinning with profound darkness. I am

within Death and Death is within me.