For Thou Art the Kingdom the Power and the Glory en Francais Traduction
To the Lady of Life do I sing this praise
Of worship and dearest to the cease of my days!
Let all open ears hear my acclamation,
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Even the juggler spinning his arte
Knows that the secret is found in the centre!
The magick he weaves is a grand illusion,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
I wish to be lost in Your mysterious deep;
Within Your embrace, I fall fast comatose.
Your great blackness sea I am floating upon,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Benevolent king with the power of 4
Jupiter reigns o'er the rich and the poor.
Grant united states of america compassion, o merciful Kwan,
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
Thou goddess who pours out the life of the stars
And kneels by the water with Your gold jars
From which flows the life that You lot have just fatigued,
I heighten up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
The hierophant's words are the prophet's, forsooth;
His voice in the silence is whispering truth!
With the masks of the cherubs all looking on,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
G virgin and then pure, it is Thee I adore,
Thou fine art seven in one and one in four!
O mother of nature, I thee telephone call upon;
Oh lady who closes the mouth of the brute,
The might of the king of beasts subdued by the least;
Overpowered by honey and non coercion!
I raise up the cup and admire Babalon!
Every bit the moon reflects the low-cal of the sunday,
Nosotros as well reflect the lite of the One!
As each of our stars forever shines on,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Thou art ane globe, the mother of all!
Thou fine art the womb from where man did first crawl
And where he returns when his life is gone!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Lady of animalism on the back of the Fauna,
The lion, the serpent, the star of the east
Rising and shining new light on Zion;
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
O Babalon! Babalon! Yard mighty female parent
That ridest upon the crowned Creature and no other!
Drunk on the vino of Your fornication,
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Oh Thou who fine art unity sent from above
To redeem the fallen with Your perfect love!
They shall be pure as the newly born fawn;
I enhance up the cup and adore Babalon!
Chiliad art the hermit alone on the elevation
And also the adept who climbs up to seek
The wisdom of sages and their reflection.
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
The seed and the root and the leafage and the bud
Will bloom and fruit by the grace of Thy blood
That is drawn from the earth in transmutation.
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Glory to Babalon! Celebrity to She
Who guards the Completeness from Her mystical sea!
The grace of Her splendor deservedly won,
I raise up the cup and admire Babalon!
Thou dressed in purple, Thou dressed in scarlet,
O M precious jewel and aureate bedecked harlot,
Thy golden cup filled with abomination;
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
The charioteer in his armor of gold
Drawn without reins by the sphinxes four-fold!
Blazing in glory, the sign of the lord's day,
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
The incense is smoking, the candles are lit
As I bend down to kiss the forefinger of IT
And pray at the altar Y'all're seated upon!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Time ticking on like the hands of a clock
Calls along the god with the caput of a hawk!
The aeon of burn volition rain downwardly upon;
I heighten up the cup and admire Babalon!
Lady of night with Your snake Y'all trip the light fantastic toe,
Entwining me into a mystical trance.
Your voice singing sweetly, a siren wanton;
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Oh virgin who sits in Her garden of wheat
With the shield of the Empress set at Her feet,
The form of the double-head eagle thereon;
I raise upward the cup and adore Babalon!
The stillness of water, a lullaby sung;
The truth is inverted and motionless hung
On the cross of the dying god's crucifixion!
I heighten up the cup and adore Babalon!
Non on the mount and not in the forest,
Her hermits are Kings and not of the poorest.
Soft beds of majestic do they lie upon!
I raise upwardly the cup and adore Babalon!
Exposing the erstwhile lies told by the priest,
She'south promulgating the Historic period of the Creature—
The great king of beasts-ophidian She's riding upon!
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
In temples they're bravado the horn of the ram
As black brothers set up to slaughter the lamb;
Submitting to death as they smear the pylon!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
The children of Horus will dance in the street
When old ways have died and go obsolete!
Enslavement of nations forever withdrawn,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Dear one another, love without shame!
Unite with each other in Her holy name!
Feeling the ophidian in its ascension,
I raise upwards the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Teach me Your secrets, your mysteries deep,
Every bit I prevarication downwardly between the 2 towers to slumber
And Khephra creeps upwardly towards the due east horizon.
I raise upwardly the cup and admire Babalon!
Like children we dance amidst earthly delight,
With the sunday up higher up giving life, giving light!
Morning dew sparkles like diamonds at dawn,
I heighten up the cup and adore Babalon!
The heroic quest of the fool of God
As he reaches toward the light with his golden rod,
The Way of the Mystic he's treading upon.
I heighten upward the cup and admire Babalon!
O harlot! O whore! O Thou without shame,
Illuminate me with Thy mystical flame!
Thy seal on my middle will be burnt upon,
I heighten upward the cup and adore Babalon!
In the aftermath of the dying god,
Natural law will succeed the synod
Revealing the glory of Revelation;
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
In Her love dirge She is calling to all —
The beast and the man, the great and the small.
Listen within and you lot volition hear Her beckon!
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
I invoke Your name equally I face to the due west
And drink the amrita that drips from Your breast.
The milk of the stars will I feed upon
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Anoint me with oil of galangal and myrrh
And oil of olives kept virgin and pure
With the fiery spirit of cinnamon;
I raise up the cup and admire Babalon!
The sun's own flame buring within Your middle
With the fiery malice of Hades' black art;
Belching out liquid fire, a tide of crimson!
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Myst'ry of myst'ry Thou goddess divine!
Anoint me with claret as I kneel at Your shrine!
Bless me with the weapon of Avalon,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Consummate honey in the sphere of the sun
Every bit we ascend to the lite of the Ane!
At that place nosotros will burn abroad all illusion.
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
Hear the charge of the Goddess, "To Me! To Me!"
As she beckons to those who wish to be gratuitous;
Calling Her children from hither and yon!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Mother of nature and womb of all life,
Everyone's lover only nobody's wife!
Thou virgin! Thou whore! Thousand elderberry matron!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Condolement me Mother, enfold me in elation,
Destroy me and keep me from that blackness Abyss
And from the deceiving tongue of Choronzon
I heighten up the cup and adore Babalon!
Let all hail the cult of the Ruby Star
Whose temples are scented with cinnabar,
We dance in the bliss of a new religion;
I raise up the cup and admire Babalon!
Embrace me! Enshrine me in space love
By the glory and grace of the descending dove!
As the Conquering Child declares his Aeon,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
The perfect and the perfect are i and not two!
Indeed they are nothing, according to Nu
Who arches Her body to each horizon!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
O exist m mighty and proud among men!
Thy stature shall ascension to the top of the ten —
The sigil of Baphomet at that place written on;
I raise upwardly the cup and adore Babalon!
We exceed all in our splendor and pride,
For we are the Kings and accept zero to hide
From the agents of folly and their corruption!
I raise upwardly the cup and adore Babalon!
Now allow the woman be girt with a sword,
She bows down to no human being, submits to no lord!
Her strength is her armor, her father the sun,
I heighten upward the cup and admire Babalon!
I drink from Your cup 'til my very concluding breath;
Your sting, like the scorpion, bringing sweetness death.
On my tomb shall Your seal be written upon
I heighten upwardly the loving cup and admire Babalon!
I experience so much dear that it causes me pain.
The orgasmic rapture as my heart is slain,
Your holy altar, I pour my blood on
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
I brand pure the temple and clear out the fog
For God volition non come to alive in a dog!
As I purge myself from the base and mutual,
I heighten up the cup and admire Babalon!
Wanton and lustful, the Lord's concubine,
You give yourself freely to pagan and swine!
Even as Titania love Oberon,
I enhance up the cup and adore Babalon!
Armed with a chalice and magickal wand,
A sword and a disc to help seal the bond.
Every bit I phone call You lot along in my invocation,
I heighten up the cup and adore Babalon!
Proceed silent but dare to will and to know,
For but past this will you learn how to go!
The Sphinx lays the groundwork that you lot build upon,
I raise upward the cup and adore Babalon!
Arouse the splendor and put on the wings
For to love Her surpasses all things
As the priestess chants her incantation,
I raise upwardly the loving cup and adore Babalon!
My chantry prepared with the sigil of Dee,
I fix my temple to call upon Thee!
The language of angels, my invocation,
I enhance up the cup and admire Babalon!
I sing out my love for the harlot divine
Accepting Your grace with baptism of wine!
Past Isis, Osiris and Apophis-Typhon,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
I phone call to the God of Force and Fire
To ignite the spark of my lady's desire
And to fan the flames of my burning passion!
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Live life without shame, live life without guilt,
For there is no law beyond Do What G Wilt!
With no fear of sin or of inquisition,
I enhance the cup and adore Babalon!
This is the Truth, verily, this is the Truth!
Unto thee shall be granted joy, wealth and youth
If thou concedeth to dissipation!
I raise up the cup and admire Babalon!
Sit in the dark, sentry the candle-flame flicker,
I sip from Your loving cup and taste Your liquor.
Feeling the heady intoxication,
I raise upward the cup and adore Babalon!
Grand art the mother, the sister, the whore,
Thou who fine art life, Thee! Thee I adore!
Thou fine art most beautiful, o cherry adult female,
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
Thou goddess of all life, pregnant from nascency,
The mother of every fauna on earth
And the dance of every constellation!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Love under the stars, I am taking my fill!
As Adonai guides me to my Truthful Will
And my Angel'due south Knowledge and Conversation,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
7 are the heads of the Beast that She rides!
Curtained, Her star in the firmament hides
The mystery of Her initiation!
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
Agreement art Yard, the Ocean of Binah;
The sacred blackness mystery of Your kiblah!
Savoring the waters of oblivion,
I raise up the cup and admire Babalon!
I pour my life into Your golden chalice
I pour out my life for the promise of bliss.
Drinkable every drop of the elixir You've drawn
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Your alabaster skin, Your hair is aflame,
In passionate orgy I telephone call out Your name;
Entangled in sexual bliss until dawn
I heighten upwards the loving cup and adore Babalon!
I reel from Your wine, my face becomes ashen;
Abiding alone, its name is compassion.
Expletive the blackness brothers and their delusion!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
The gateway is open, the guardians called;
The vision bewilders and holds me enthralled!
The image is hard to look upon.
I enhance up the cup and admire Babalon!
I call upon Thee, Guardian of the Completeness,
Whose secrets are kept by the sacred ibis
And sealed by the magick of King Solomon!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
From the sum of existence, the trunk of Nu,
Comes the seat of Wisdom, the mystical two.
The yod is the seed of divine redemption!
I enhance up the cup and admire Babalon!
The scales are in residual, the feather of Maat
Reverses the lodge and All becomes Naught!
The ox with his goad shall be driven on;
I heighten up the cup and adore Babalon!
I call on my angel to show me the light,
The essence of Chaos to lend me its might
To bear all the ecstasy You lay upon!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Hecate, Artemis, Kali, Isis,
Gaea, Diana, Ishtar and Eris,
Demeter and Nemesis I telephone call upon!
I raise upwards the loving cup and admire Babalon!
7 and seventy droplets of dew
And seven plus vii past vii are two,
Plus 70-seven reflecting the dawn;
I raise upwards the loving cup and admire Babalon!
O Lady of Earth, Your name I exalt,
For Yous are the life, the bread and the salt!
I extol the beauty of Your creation,
I raise upward the cup and adore Babalon!
I invoked Your magick and You did answer
And gave me the clandestine to help seal the bond
That we have created with our wedlock!
I raise upwardly the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Isis is veiled as she sits on her throne
Her mysteries hide the philosopher'due south stone.
She holds in her lap the Tarot canon.
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
The birds in the sky flying over the copse,
Spreading their wings, each one glides on the breeze!
Your jiff is the wind that carries them on;
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Holy and Holy and Holy art Thou!
Thou art the aleph and also the tau!
Ecstatic we trip the light fantastic lost in sweet abandon,
I heighten up the cup and adore Babalon!
Droplets of h2o, like tinkling bells,
Fall from the loving cup of the Princess of Shells.
From mellifluous depths is her liquor drawn,
I enhance up the cup and admire Babalon!
I open my eyes and awaken from slumber
And shatter the dream that has held me so deep.
It fades away in disillusion,
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
An terminate to the reign of the cocky-crowned fraud
Whose cant is destroyed with the House of God!
Every bit the aeon surrenders to its destruction,
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
Those who are selfish cannot understand
The mystery of the gold cup in Your manus.
From Your holy kisses they have withdrawn,
I enhance upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
The servants of slave gods are downwardly on their knees;
Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit upon these!
While they await battles from visions by John,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
The gustatory modality of Your nectar is sweet on my lips,
Shrouding my soul in lunar eclipse.
The darkening shadow a Stygian swan,
I raise upwardly the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Each of the world'southward sacred truths is but half;
From might Jehovah to the aureate calf,
The gospel of Jesus or Holy Quran.
I enhance upward the loving cup and admire Babalon!
It is from Your h2o that all class is cast
For Yous are the commencement, likewise every bit the terminal!
O great Mother of Abomination,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
'Tis Thy virgin daughter so lovely and fair,
The calorie-free of the Lord is her golden hair!
With legions of angels all looking on,
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
My head in the heavens, my feet below hell;
Your dear flowing through me, I'yard under your spell!
Your magickal free energy flows on and on,
I enhance upwardly the cup and adore Babalon!
The word of the Law equals ninety and three,
The give-and-take by which mankind volition anytime exist free
Of the bondage of slavery and oppression!
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
Nearing its end, Christianity lurches,
Unable to maintain the lies of the churches.
As the new historic period reveals the unholy con,
I enhance upwards the loving cup and adore Babalon!
The queen on her throne by the waters then even so,
The unbroken surface reflecting her volition.
Peaceful and tranquil is her illusion,
I raise upwardly the loving cup and admire Babalon!
Thou gate of all like who art mother to all
Giving Your essence to those who practise telephone call.
Your honey fortified by the light of the sun,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
The sweet aroma of roses, of jasmine and myrrh,
The fragrance of lilac reminds me of Her!
In Her garden I am a frolicking faun,
I enhance up the cup and adore Babalon!
The blinding white calorie-free of the glorious Crown
Flashes from the top of the tree on downward
To the daughter awaiting her consummation!
I raise upwardly the cup and adore Babalon!
Nosotros laissez passer from this life and dissolve into zero
And our hearts are weighed with the feather of Maat.
Escort me to your eternal mansion;
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
The wheels of the universe spinning around,
From tiniest matter to pure spirit crowned!
From great galaxies to the unseen neuron!
I raise upwardly the loving cup and admire Babalon!
Thou art Malkah and Betulah and Kore!
Chiliad art Aphrodite, Thou art Hathor!
Thou art Inanna and 1000 fine art Turan,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Your love is pure calorie-free from without and within,
Free me from restriction, the bondage of sin.
The blood is the life I will drink till it'south gone!
I raise upwardly the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Without Y'all I'thousand empty, I'm just a shell.
Requite me sweet life, let me drink from Your well;
Guard and protect me all nighttime until dawn!
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
The kings of the earth shall exist kings forever!
The stiff ones shall rule and the weak shall never.
From the sign of the ram does the Emperor await on,
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
While the goat-headed god plays a hymn on his flute,
I lie down at the anxiety of the prostitute.
She stands on the altar, rejoicing thereon,
I raise upward the cup and adore Babalon!
Bringing relief from the sickle of decease
And the reign of the Kingdom of Nazareth;
Planting the seed of new hope for Zion.
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Misunderstood and reviled by some
To whom divine truth is merely opium.
While the priest threatens hell and Armageddon,
I enhance up the cup and adore Babalon!
I give upward my ego and all that I am,
I shall be bled whiter than a jump lamb!
Surrender my life and become as Her pawn,
I raise upwardly the cup and adore Babalon!
Your whispering voice is the wind in the copse,
A sweet melody carried on a warm breeze.
The scent of Your breath, information technology's hither then it's gone,
I raise upwardly the cup and adore Babalon!
Agitate me with the caress of Your finger
In the warmth of Your cover allow me linger.
You're my lover, my friend and my companion!
I raise upward the cup and adore Babalon!
The prophet's a fool with his one, one ane!
Are they non the ox and the by the volume, none?
The secret is hidden in numeration,
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Cups overflow with the waters of dear,
2 adjacent receive grace from in a higher place.
From the centre of the lotus, passion flows on,
I enhance upwardly the loving cup and admire Babalon!
Swimming in aether like fish in a stream,
Nosotros float through this life, sleepers caught in a dream.
We swim to the sea of intoxication!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
The alkali of the sea is the salt of Her tears
As man has forgotten for 2 1000 years
That the earth is sacred, his holy matron!
I heighten up the cup and adore Babalon!
Thou art the light, Thy star is within me,
Exploding in spiritual alchemy!
Thy love is the key to my redemption;
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
To his lady the Animal sings a lustful melody
For he is a sunday and his lady a moon.
Their dear is creation, the world is their spawn!
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Equally I come up through the ordeal which is bliss,
Careful I tread to avoid the Abyss
And escape the clutches of Choronzon!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
The blesséd redemption of life without sin,
Discarding the old so the new tin begin.
The good ones are purged and the evil ones gone,
I raise up the cup and admire Babalon!
Thou anathema, G cerise witch,
Summon the black wolf and his howling bitch;
Discarding the wretched as carrion!
I raise up the loving cup and admire Babalon!
Thou who art female, Thousand who art male,
Combining the elements inside Thy grail
With Thy ruby eagle and ivory lion.
I enhance up the cup and adore Babalon!
As the wheel of fortune spins round and round
The ophidian of karma ascends to be crowned
And receive the elixir of liberation;
I heighten upwards the loving cup and adore Babalon!
O voluptuous maiden in royal bedding,
Unite with my soul in our mystical wedding!
Absorb me completely in oblivion!
I raise up the cup and admire Babalon!
The Aeon of Mars is the aeon of war,
Given birth by the Brute 666 and his whore
And the stele that they call abomination!
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Wickedly lustful, a sinful delight,
Your hair is aglow in the glowing moonlight!
Your skin alabaster, and then pale and and so wan;
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
No bird in the heaven, no fish in the sea,
No creature on world equally lovely as Thee!
Thy beauty is beyond all description!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Lady of Mystery, goddess noir;
Arise in the dark, o evening-star,
Shedding Your light in the nighttime of Ammon!
I enhance up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Of Thee angels sing in their heavenly choir,
O mother of earth, air, water, and fire!
Thy glory and majesty I call upon,
I heighten up the cup and adore Babalon!
Come along, my lady, have form in the smoke!
Goddess of Passion, Thee, Thee I invoke!
O divine whore hear my incantation,
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Kings surrender crowns for a sip from Your loving cup!
Even the poor homo or lofty bishop
May give up their lives for Your libation!
I heighten upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
Fear not, o prophet, for grand art the chosen,
Thy kisses are sweet, thy jiff is ambrosian.
Blesséd are those who thine eyes await upon!
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
I frolic and trip the light fantastic toe to the magickal note
From the pipes of Pan in the Night of the Goat!
No finish to the revels, he plays on and on,
I raise upward the cup and adore Babalon!
O Urban center of Pyramids, I hear your call
To play and rejoice in the garden of All!
Complimentary of charade and gross illusion,
I enhance up the cup and adore Babalon!
I admire Yous with kisses that tasting of wine,
Your spirit within me as blood from the vine!
I'm the babe at your Breast, Your lover, Your faun,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
You come upon me while thursday' evening moon wanes,
Your burning lust pumps through each of my veins!
My swelling phallus in full erection,
I heighten upward the loving cup and adore Babalon!
The wind is Your jiff and the trees are Your pilus,
In all of creation in that location is none and so fair!
Your splendor and beauty revealed by the dawn,
I raise upwardly the cup and adore Babalon!
Quietly whispering into my middle,
Nightly unveiling Yourself in Your fine art
Veiling Yourself again before dawn;
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
As Persephone Y'all've haunted my dreams,
The daughter of Styx is non what She seems!
My fate is tied to You lot forever and on,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Give over thy life to love and to bliss,
And know that no god will deny thee for this!
Divided nosotros are for the hazard of union!
I raise up the loving cup and admire Babalon!
Beyond life and expiry, beyond even love,
Choose carefully between serpent and dove!
And so to the Beast with his Lady thereon,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
Beast passion arousing my lust
Inflaming our rapture with every thrust!
Our dearest becomes life in its consummation
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Floating in darkness, the warmth of the womb,
Calling me from the abyss of the tomb.
The celebrity of life in the light of the sun,
I raise upwards the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Thou art the water, K art the burn,
K fine art the orgasm and the desire!
Thou art the goddess upon the dragon,
I raise upward the cup and adore Babalon
I swim through the aethyr, alone similar a fish
Who is fighting the current, not to perish
Earlier reaching the body of water of liberation!
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
The wine in the cup is the blood of the saints;
Equally Babalon dips in Her finger and paints
A seal on my heart with Her name written on;
I enhance upward the loving cup and adore Babalon!
The archer, his bow drawn tight with an arrow,
Takes aim at the mystery of the Tarot;
The shaft marks the Way in its ascension!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
The chemical wedding, the marriage divine,
For the act of creation do lovers entwine!
Truest love, one time given, is never withdrawn!
I raise upwardly the cup and adore Babalon!
With angelic tablets, my spirit aflame,
Each of them equal to Your holy proper name;
The 5th in the center brings all in spousal relationship!
I heighten up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
Worship and praise to the Victorious Queen,
Empress of earth in Your garden so green
With clovers and roses and snow-white swan;
I enhance up the cup and adore Babalon!
I invoke You, sweet lady, nether Your stars,
Adoring the union of Venus and Mars;
Offering all to their fornication!
I raise up the cup and admire Babalon!
The pain of segmentation, the twilight of death —
All those whom nosotros love volition draw their last jiff.
But expiry is no ending, they live on and on!
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
I become KAOS and You are my bride,
Our union is ecstasy, lite glorified!
My lover, my mistress, my sole devotion,
I raise upward the cup and adore Babalon!
Let Mary inviolate exist torn upon wheels
And her chastity broken beneath holy seals,
Each with with seven-signal star written on!
I raise up the loving cup and adore Babalon!
A lone fool I wander, as Percivale,
To detect the cloak-and-dagger of Your holy grail.
By the rod and the chalice I Thee phone call upon,
I raise upwards the cup and adore Babalon!
When all becomes No Thing, when all aeons shut,
When Gabriel's golden horn finally blows,
When all become two, become i, become none,
I enhance up the cup and adore Babalon!
The low-cal of the splendor of Adonai
Extends from the heavenly all-seeing centre,
Revealing creation in its refraction!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
One hundred and fifty six is Her name —
The number of all those who live without shame!
Who carry Her message forth hither and yon
I heighten up the cup and admire Babalon!
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Source: https://hermetic.com/wisdom/in-nomine-babalon?redirect=1
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