Fivefold Thought - Glorior Belli

Come forth dawn of the Self!

Wicked power and glory bright

Hear the music of the World;

Awake, (awake!) 'O dreadful God

Thee with fervor I glorify;

From thee I draw my nature true!

Thy thousand hosts are spread

Embattled over darkened skies;

We the faithful on life feed

Lifting now thy mighty flame on high!

Thou who seek out the prophet false

To purge his kin and fallacy

Hurling him down from his towers above

As a thunderbolt to Hell!

Bestow me with power & Will

In secret lies the five-pointed splendor

With Knives & Candles I embrace

An avatar of thy greatness

Thee with fervor I commend;

From thee I draw my nature true!

I lift up my voice and all livings tremble

I unveil my face and all that liveth is no more

The WORD is broken up… There is Knowledge!