Vabzir Camliax Lyrics
It curls around the ashen, uninstructed mortalsDamn them, damn them who pity!They shall be smitten and fed to celestial fireQuoth the crowned and conquering oneThe fiery joy, seated as a great lost god.The eagle spake!Fragrant steam sent up by offeringsAs the night weaves her unpenetrable veilThe infinite aether of austere skiesTo be airborne is to be lost to the earthEvoken as an eagle yet swifter and deadlierAccursed opponent twitching on the talons of eager violence"The best blood is of the moon, monthly;Then the fresh blood of a child or droppingfrom the host of heaven; Then of enemies;Then of the priest or the worshippers; Last ofsome beast, no matter what."- LIBER AL vel LEGISOL SONF VORSAG VABZIR CAMLIAXCASARMAN VPAAHI TOH VONPH
Enochian Crescent Vabzir Camliax
