Way To Power
A young occultist, having discovered the power to cast his mind backthrought his previous incarnations, revisits his early life in Egypt and hearing reference to Astaroth by a demon which he conjured all those years ago, he goes on to re-witness the tragic results of his experement in the 18th century.
Have you ever read the books that I wrote centuries ago
The Clavicule of Solomon is nothing by their side
They lay bare secret Arts that stood the ravages of time,
And practices, once more exposed, that everyone should know

You play with blood and hair and sweat and ends of fingernails,
The very things to do the deeds the Brotherhood demands.
You cast with mirrors, dolls in vax, the spell you learnt by heart,
Fool you are, you lash up storms and lightning, rain and gales.

I urge you now to find my books and read the tales and spells
That turned the whole world upside down - confusion everywhere.
The four of the Apocalypse on horseback ever wait,
The Talisman of Set was mine - the Horsemen did my bidding.

The Lady of the Moon my bride - Astaroth her name,
Side by side we wove the spells that drov mere men insane,
"Get thee hence and scour the world - seek and you shall find,
Read my books, yes learn from, and Power you shall gain."

(BW)