Mighty path-opener

Striking fast as the sharpest of spears

Bringer of the black light

I bask in your halo of glory and might

Treader of the Path of thorns, cursed yet truly blessed

Through exile, coronation and conquest

To the throne of the Ravens of Death

Mighty master Qayin, guide my hand

For my deeds are thine

Firstborn of the Black Light

Lord of the Shadows of Death

And father of the Bloodline



And as I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death

I shall fear no evil, for Baaltzelmoth is with me

His scythe smites all my enemies

And his 7 keys open the gates leading beyond this prison so foul



Death bringer

Death dealer

Whose might even the pale raped moon reflects

Thorn-crowned master, scythe wielder

Bearer of the serpent's mark

By your left hand green was stained red to bring forth the Black

For to kill one is to murder all

The mark on your brow is the sign I follow and bear

Show me the secrets of seed, root and fruit

To harvest from the tree of knowledge

Before the final reaping lead by Death's sinistral hand

From below the first grave mound

At the crossroad of life and death

The gates within were opened without

The great black cross stands solemn upon the skull and the crossed bones

And the mysteries whispered by the dwellers within the



With the signing of the first dead

In Death

Through blood and incense burning in snake shapes

You opened wide the gates

And I looked and beheld a black horse and its masters name was Qayin

And Hell followed with him