Master Of The Temple

Walk the tightrope across the void
Your mind is lost your skin is sold
You feel the wind from a thousand souls
Deep within and deep below.

And only in solitude
Can you ever hope to claim the queen

Crossing the Abyss!

And you press on, on the knife-edge path
Your bliss is gone, but so's your wrath
You'll lose your gods, You'll lose your flesh
As you pass on into nothingness

And only with an empty heart
Can you ever hope to tame the queen

Crossing the Abyss!

Master of the Temple!

I, Abraxas, a member of the body of the Divine, hereby bind myself on behalf of the Whole Universe, even as we are now physically bound unto the cross of suffering:
That I will lead a pure life, as a devoted servant of the Order:
That I will understand all things:
That I will love all things:
That I will perform all things and endure all things:
That I will continue in the Knowledge and Conversation of my Holy Guardian Angel:
That I will work without attachment:
That I will work in truth:
That I will rely only upon myself:
That I will interpret every phenomenon as a particular dealing of the Divine with my Soul.
And if I fail herein, may my pyramid be profaned, and the Eye closed to me.