Tenebrarum Oratorium Moonspell

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!"

Langsuyar T. Rex

Fall 1993 e.v.