And by the moonlight the dancing dark disappears,
Ohh it's so cold.
Mist swirls, through Londons twisted streets,
As a lady cries.
A butcher, a voyeur is that what I am,
But do you know for sure.
Chaos possessed by hell,
Insanity in harmony.

I can't believe you'd stab me in the back,
A mask of falseness you do not understand.

Stay away, my friend, from the dark,
There are things you would not understand,
It is rotten right to the core.

And by the moonlight the lady cries,
As the blood ran down her dress.
For sustenance or love and in that feeling,
The pain lulled and diminished to a glow.
Wisdom of the elders leading children,
To the grave.
Wicked nights of sadness and sorrow,
When society is in pain.

(Dear Boss Yours Truly - letter)

Chaos possessed by hell,
Its in harmony.
Of madness there is a train of thought,
That knowledge is insanity.
If so how many of you have gone,
No one will ever know.

 

A formula to my flesh, now the stars are right
From far Absu I fall, now that the stars are right

The Eagle will hunt the wolves, now that the stars are right
Bound for a winter king, now that the stars are right

An ascension's not guaranteed
An ascension's not guaranteed

I'm Winter kings company, now the stars are right
The King in Yellow's sign for me, now that the stars are right

I burrow from beneath, now that the stars are right
I, the spawn of the winds, now that the stars are right

An ascension's not guaranteed
An ascension's not guaranteed

We are in the most extreme and utter region of the human mind, a radiant abyss where men go to find themselves.

My Dominion,
Thy great work is done!
Feed a magick life, free dominion of the will

My Dominion,
Thy great work is done!
Feed a magick life, free dominion of the will

My Dominion,
Thy great work is done!
This thy kingdom,
Dominion of the will

This is the last bastion, kingdom of my will, This scientific honour, creations of the freedom of the mind - Dominion Of The Will

Necromantic, a keep for the soul, the mind of flesh,
But bring me the head of a new Golden Dawn for this, a new golden age,

GO!

My Dominion,
Thy great work is done!
Feed a magick life, free dominion of the will

My Dominion,
Thy great work is done!
Feed a magick life, free dominion of the will

My Dominion,
Thy great work is done!
This thy kingdom,
Dominion of the will

Experimentation, the occult science of the will,
The gods are all dead, now man is of the free will - Dominion Of The Mind

A world of screams, crowns my glory, a temple of the head,
Now bring me the will of the new Golden Dawn for this, the new golden age,

GO!

My Dominion,
Thy great work is done!
Feed a magick life, free dominion of the will

My Dominion,
Thy great work is done!
Feed a magick life, free dominion of the will

My Dominion,
Thy great work is done!
This thy kingdom,
Dominion of the will

 

A chantery, the Saiitii, a travesty in the heavy chill mist

The tragedy, a family, with mockery a horses head nightmare

A jealousy, the enmity, the Saiitii manifests in the mist

The first and eighth sign, drawn with three lines,
(Saaamaaa) a dark design

Saiitii entwined, manifest in kind
(Nightmare), this horses head is thine

Saaamaaa

The Saiitii manifests in the heavy chill

 

I am all thy cardinal points, a new gold dawn.
Breath yellow clouds of curling fog, as sodium gaslights call my Victorian crown.
Oh Glory come to me from the East(end) and let my heart beat as thine own, to bring an autumn of terror to these infernal streets.
From Hell, I am Whitechapel, An embrace of the beautiful, for 1888 a year I will make mine own…
for all to remember…

I want to embrace the beautiful
I want to embrace the beautiful
From Hell, (I Am Whitechapel)

I - Am - From - Hell

Majesty, I know thy name, I am thy Great Work.
Breathe red clouds of sanguine serenity, from the bodies worn in your Victory crown.
Oh, Gore, though hast my mind transfixed, this metropolis dark heart is mine own.
Lead me through your streets, allow my Whitechapel to never die as we reach through the ages From Hell… let this glorious age be for all those who remember…

I want to embrace the beautiful
I want to embrace the beautiful
From Hell, (I Am Whitechapel)

I - Am - From - Hell

My work is now done! I am finished here.
Breathe through the ages and see what I have wrought.
You, majesty of the dark hold, the place of my birth will live on, metropolis to many, a bosom of light to none, as your streets will swallow all of you and yours who stay too long.
I am From Hell… I will never leave for I am all of you!

I want to embrace the beautiful
I want to embrace the beautiful
From Hell, (I Am Whitechapel)

I - Am - From - Hell

I Am From Hell

 

Dr William Wynn Westcott (1848 - 1926)
"Sapere Aude" - Dare to be wise
"Non omnis Moriar" - I shall not wholly die

Samuel Liddell MacGregor Mathers (1854 - 1918)
Royal is my tribe
"Deo Duce Comite Ferro" - With God as my leader and the sword as my companion

Dr. W.R. Woodman (1828 - 1891)
"Magna Est Veritas Et Praevalehit" - Great is the truth and it shall prevail
"Vincit Omnia Veritas" - Truth rules all

The truth of Golden Dawns!

... Of Golden Dawns, the beginning of three
Woodman, Westcott and Mathers conceived...

... The hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn,
a new (occult) way of thinking, transcendence of all

Arise, arise, arise the Order of the Golden Dawn
Arise, arise, arise a noble house the Golden Dawn
Arise, arise, arise of the blood the Golden Dawn
Arise, arise, arise esoteric truth of all

The lies, the lies, the lies a falling house the Golden Dawn
Despise, despise, despise, lies that spread disent
Uprise, uprise, uprise sieze control of the Golden Dawn
Demise, demise, demise now blackened the Golden Dawn

 

Darkness embraces, through clandestine light
Of thoughts and codes, at Hecate's sight.

A tear reaches far, dropping from these shores
to Thesally and back again for these thoughts.

A demon that dreams, will oft see much
An angel that weeps, to it's clandestine touch

My breath upon the wind from far flung shores

Something wicked this way comes

Through the eyes of needles, the only way to the heart,
A journey that will tear your soul apart,

A devil you may see, for dust or leaves
For tears from hell my company

A demon that dreams, will oft see much
An angel that weeps, to it's clandestine touch

My breath upon the wind from far flung shores

Something wicked this way comes

 

Cloaked in turmoil, thy dulcarnon now created, thy realm…

Kingdom of mine, exquisitely sated, on the blood of the realm,
Lord vagabond, a gallows thief (what we reap we shall sow) – The Devil is an Englishman on his throne.

Quintissentially true, prosper by belief, in ones own obscurity,
Another litany, this fiend folio, of faces I have known - The Devil is an Englishman on his throne.

Sanguinary crusade, of mine, become legend and belief…

Exquisitely called, from what I am and what I am yet to be,
A devil’s cause, from this green and pleasant land – The Devil is an Englishman on his throne.

Instrumentally yours, now blackness turns, all through to you,
A casebook open, illustrations borne, to reach a new age - The Devil is an Englishman on his throne.

Now, sitting on the horns of dilemma, a dulcarnon by name…

Defined by the light, of industry, a new golden dawn
The progress sated on the blood of the realm, lord vagabond or thief - The Devil is an Englishman on his throne.

My last kingdom, a last cast of the dice I have thrown,
My crimson company, this gathering, a well-worn crown - The Devil is an Englishman on his throne.

Winter Kings, Wicker Men & Her Infernal Majesty Brigantia
(Music: Lord Eibon Blackwood and Spectral Symphony. Lyrics: Lord Eibon Blackwood)