Enochian Crescent

Ge-vomsarg iaida laiad Tatan Ge-fifalz iaida laiad Tatan Ge-vomsarg doalim oali od oado Tatan Gemeganza doalim oali od oado Tatan Not unto every one of you Is the highest Of the secrets of wormwood Not wedding out The highest Of the secrets of wormwo

The bitter grapes we have took And drugs in this emerald juice Shining as flowers in morning Abloom on our graves Should we ever wake again From sleep all crowded with dead men Price makes this cult so different From all others Even as rigor settles