Hymn to Qayin

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
 firtsborn 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 opend 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 opend wide the gates
 and I looked and beheld a black horse and its masters name was Qayin
 and Hell followed with him-