Order Of Orias Inverse 1. Presence 2. Irreverence What knowledge man of the personality of God? Breathing the intimate nature of the divine, In hushed reverence, henceforth a presence Of unnatural disorder bereft of sanctificiation. I am below, I am king of worms beneath stars, A gobbet of flesh from thy unknowable host. See me now, how I spit on treacherous spirits, See me now, curse the tomb of trust in ye men. I reject his power as impotant and irrelevant. A misreble spectre of endless irreverance. Mark me now, That I might wander. Curse me now, With bliss of nothingness. Nothing! Nothing! Nameless hole, loving savior! Be here now. 3. Offering Shine o lord, shine Spread your light as cancer Through this worthless, rotting flesh Bless me lord with unbelief That I might wholey submit To your black sanctification Devour my heart and blind my eyes That I may worship with solid focus Lord o lord pierce me, use me And rape my soul of all sickening purity Blessed am I to be of thy seed Glory to your true salvation Sacred sin, o burning king Mark this worm with blood To rise with violent pride Sacred sin, o flaring beast I hear thy voice in prayer For my dark revelation Praise be to sedition's son Who's shadows writhe and caress The confines of my soul Ancient serpent, rise in me The fires of total illumination Empower me Archon of light Halle-fucking-lujah! Christ cunt hallelujah! Ascend! Ascend! To damnation Will this slave crawl and posess Thy infinite blessings of doom Drag me now, my light and poison I shall be a temple of serpents A vessal of shining red portents Envenomed by the lies of christ I shall be a temple of serpents I shall be a temple of serpents By your venom I rot to ascend! By your venom I rot to ascend! 4. Ash and Sparks And on this day, Below and beneath the holes. I worm and breathe, Across searing coals. It burns in me. this is the day, I breathe and choke on smoke. I writhe as ruins flow, From the cup of God. It burns in me. Brighter, brighter, brighter! On toward the sinister fires! Past the strength of tired limbs, Swollen and rigid with terror. Sanctity. Curse of thorns. Heavy on her head Weigh the barbs of cruel abuse. So heavy the spell, Of dissolution and death. Black wings and broken charms, I'll be with you in the earth. Fire the world, Clouds of ash and sparks. From sacred masses, Crawling back again. Sanctity, Curse of thorns. Kingdom black, Crawling back. And on this day, Below and beneath the holes. Be with me now, In the hissing coals. This is the day, I breathe and choke on smoke. Further and deeper yet, Into the searing cold. It opens in me. See them now. The smoking stones, Wreathed in scorching flame. Unto bliss I am. As my light is cast, Against the stones. To the end I am. 5. Concealer Kneel in petition, Accept the light of communion. Grovel in perdition, Beneath the thrice called union. Erect in subjugation, Stillborn filth in agony. Starved in acquisition, Beneath the word of sulphur's son. I, triumph. I, illume. Praise, father. Rotting, mother. Concealer, Burning ash on forked tongues. Buried one, Ingest thy burning failures. Pandemonic, Barren beast born on wings. Abandonment, Inverse and absolute, null. Abscence, Veiled and complete. Blooming sparks. Presence, A pulse of flesh. Illume, purity. Serpentine, Inverse and perverse. Coiled mother. Sinuous, Rebellious and cold. Prideful tempter. Deep within the womb, She shines her light. The reptile force of precision. Arise dark woman! Arise and destroy the illusion. Light the torch on the path. To desperate ecstacy. I, triumph. I, Illume. Praise, father. Rotting mother. 6. Bleak One Your mind is open. A contaminating force. Hear the hissing of a thousand rats, Cruel-eyed afterglow of horror's birth. I am never alone. Your mind is open. And it gnaws at my flesh. The multitude of terror and shit, Wide-eyed at the image of my ascent. I am ever alone. Trembling! You graceless wretch. Sinners! Sinless! Inviolate and proud. Come forth! From beneath your curse. Convulse, torment. Servant ever more. In darkness. In obscurity. Awkward wretch. Broken. Bleak one. Decayed. I am rising, risen, vehement and flaring. A comet of sparks to brighten the earth. I am fallen, falling, violent and striving. Spirits climb, contort and envelop me. Harbinger. Portent. Omen of death! 7. Void Released, From the light. Are we saved? Liberate. Discharged from god, Stillborn and dead. These damning lies, Words spoken through cracked lips. Pissing blood over broken shrines. Mouthing, murmuring. Wailing their wretched psalms. Bleeding, pleading their designs. Triumphant, Above the stars. No salvation. Transformed. Thus spawned, Come forth. And from secret places, These gifts are carved into my palms. Without bread, with swollen tongue I build these temples of light. From these secret places, The tenets of binding permissions, Come crashing down from the stars. I am come into being. Triumphant, Above the stars. No salvation. Transformed. Thus spawned, Come forth. Forsaken son. For the endless stars, I empty the sun. Darkest light, I will know and name That I may command. Light of clarity, light in the void Consuming my thoughts. Burn in my heart, burn in my words, As flame guards my birth.