Womb of Nyx

I set the flaming eye of Algol upon my brow
 And ride forth upon sepulchral fog with serpents and shades
 Under the thousand eyes of Night and her black wings
 And where I pass birds fall from the sky and soil is salted
 With arboreal haunts on which every tree hangs a
 wailing man I commune and learn the Gospel of the Fall
 I nail the Ravens Head upon the oak at the crossroads of death
 And see with hollowed eyes what the earth has swallowed
 I hear the cries of what still rots within its belly
 I smell decay and the spoiling of the flesh, the incense of the dead
 And I behold the Gate. All secrets first lie below
 Down beyond the sinking corporal houses,
 into the depths, across the abyss into vacuous black
 Unto the other shore so far beyond
 the reaches of the flesh, beyond time
 The Phosphorus blaze the heavenly jewel of thy
 crown illuminates this kingdom beyond the veil of death
 The pillars of its gnosis rising before my host
 And with a single word and the breath of flame, I bring forth the Dawn
 Let the wary weep as slumber turns to death
 Let the earth smolder and heave as the Golden Pillars rise