The Hammer of Dogma

Years spent in the gutters
A dark cloud hung
Always watching, cracking a whip
Striking our flesh, carving its codex

The constant hammering of dogma
Shaking the ceiling under which we cover
The Panopticon maintaining the stasis
In deafening thuds and depressing thoughts

Congregating was difficult
Our will however overcame
And year after year our spell grew stronger
The Abramelin Operation was a success

Colossus seemingly eternal
Lay down and sunk
Ensnared, ripped from the Earth

To quell the gusts
Inhibit movemеnt
I craft the sigil and pour energy
Rеshape reality

A strong wind lifts my spirits
To the center of creation
I face an empty throne
Soaking up our blood

To quell the gusts
Inhibit movement
I craft the sigil and pour energy
Reshape reality

Gather my fellow magisters
Cast upon them my New Vision
Enthralled, they are oblivious
Under the hammer of my dogma

Unaware of this mirror crossing
As I summon Kerberos
Former allies subjugated in pain
As I reap the Orgone

Enantiodromia