From the summits of the Sirian domain Benevolent sorceress She is the love and wrath That quickens the dead She is the angel web Behold the aeon of Maat She doth shine-from the Sirian domain I have been chosen-by her mighty passion To stand from the pits-of the conquering end! She is the web- Opening out the withering path- Of demented silence. The seals of the 12 Olden Are in the chains of fire She is the web- Genines in the stormgate Transform throughout me In the furnace of your vision in reptillian blue and golden skin! My heart is black-with tyranny whisper your screaming flames into my veins She is the angel-That ignites the pestilant winds For she does know the tongue of Oanner an the dragon kings the powers of the 12 thunder beast Are set encrowned upon her head the women of the serpents wind! Her beauty is studded with the sovereignty eyes Of my celestial chamber and my celestial shrine- She bewitches-the red deserts-on the dark days- of rebellion She has shadowed her bewitching eyes welcoming the zenith, of my storm-Form the maelstrom-of the earth-I have been chosen-by her mighty passion