Vabzir Camliax Lyrics

Vabzir Camliax lyrics

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



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