1. THROUGH FLAMES, WE INVOKE HIM

As the cold air quells the flames,
A voice doth resonate :
Zasas Zasas Nasatanada Zasas !
The bell soundeth eleven times,
As the barriers of Maat are smashed,
And the gatekeeper arrives.

Choronzon.
Destroy all desires.
Enlighten me.
Zazas Zazas Nasatanada Zazas !
Three-hundred and thirty-three is the key to that gate.

I call for thee, great one.
Serve me as the final light.
Rape the feeble ego,
And nourish this mind.

Choronzon.
Tear us into three-hundred and thirty-three pieces.
So that we may be mentally whole.
And noble.
With acausal sight.
Grant us this deed when the sun no longer shines.
Banish God from here on this night,
And bask in the blackest of light.