The Majestic horns of Baphomet
  are indeed our occult banners proudly up in the air!
  The androgenious light of Lucipher
  is our noble passion, most dear and rare!
  
  Oh! Faustian spirit of conquest
  May be thy allied in this infimious battle
  Against the Arauts of Desrespect
  Those who step with muddy feet the sapient inscriptions of our cradle.
  
  To our strenghtening I proudly confess:
  
  I worship thee, for they are my weapons to hurt god.
  
  Oh! Great wings of Beelzebuth
  Will you honour me and lay the head
  of a son of caym, in the soft sands of Manitou
  Where I'll sleep under this neophyth Sky of Anxiety.
  
  For the dawn of Knowledge has a Southern Sign
  Delfos will once again desveil its light
  And those with eyes will drink this precious wine
  But for the blind, Ignorance shall be the only sight!
  
  To our strenghtening I will re-affirm:
  
  I worship thee. They are my Shield.
  And their message I shall reveal.
  
  Because: "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"
  
  And this Southern blend of esoteric sapience
  This sensual Mediterranic Philosophy
  Will be the only and holy science
  And these lines both dream and prophecy!
  
  "Ecce Homo!" - Those you'll call the Wise
  Who will destroy this pitful hole of common sense
  of desrespect for the true occult devise
  Those who from, the lambs, shall feel the sharpened spears of Intelligence!
  
  I worship thee. "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"
  I worship thee. "Consummatum est!"