Celebrate and praise the dead spirit, bury your hopes with him. Nobody and nothing can rejoice me except the world of pretence.
The god doesn’t deserve my sacrifice and his image must not be transfigured in divinity
Let me make experience of me, relish the horror of a bloodshed, feel an instinctive pleasure before what commonly stirs up disgust.
And then I could approach following existences disembowel the unconscious. Express my verity, hidden or denied that will appear like a blind enigma to you. And I will find childlike purity again amorality that hurt the false minds. I will essay the elementary pulsations those you have secluded in dreams. Or destroyed with a symbolic castration.
I prepare my magic death - I enter the reign of imagination - I enter the thunder’s memory
And my body revives, my spirit is in peace, my heart is ready, my essence plunges into warm earth and my mind blends with the cosmic energy. We all raise with the sun and we’ll return to death like a drop of rain towards the wide ocean. I’ve dreamt a winged snake eating its own tail, encircling the earth. And a mountain of crystal bearing the child of an old witch who died confessing her sins. I woke up and I looked at myself in the black mirror and I felt a new magic strength enliven the blood time had frozen in my veins. Now I follow my religion and the brightness of my mind. Since now I revive
I honour and respect the choices I made - I don’t let silence dominate my heart - I don’t let fear suffocate my shout.
May the queen have new desires that come true with the heat of fire
I close my circle lightning the candles of stars
I celebrate my rebirth