The North Ship |
I saw three ships go sailing by,Over the sea, the lifting sea,And the wind rose in the morning sky,And one was rigged for a long journey.The first ship turned towards the west,Over the sea, the runnin...
Posted by Thamiel on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 05:45:00 PST |
HELP SACRED-TEXTS.COM ! ! ! |
I just wanted to give this one a shout-out, since it should be obvious this kind of site deserves all the support it can get. From the front page:Welcome to the largest freely available archive of onl...
Posted by Thamiel on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 01:14:00 PST |
Many Enemies Bring Much Honour |
(Death in June)Dressed not in mourning but in blackSee the fire in our eyesAlways ready to fight backNever hiding in disguise Many enemies bring much honour...The fighting man shall from the sunTake w...
Posted by Thamiel on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 12:27:00 PST |
A Samurai’s Creed |
(Anonymous, Circa 1300)I have no parents; I make the heaven and earth my mother and father.I have no home; I make awareness my dwelling.I have no life and death; I make the tides of breathing my life ...
Posted by Thamiel on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 05:27:00 PST |
Do you believe in magic? |
If not, you'd better start soon before it's too late...I don't understand why it has to be always presented as something utterly foreign to the common man. With an "Initiated Only" label attached, I m...
Posted by Thamiel on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 05:15:00 PST |
You must be certain of the Devil |
(Diamanda Galás - You must be certain of the Devil)Welcome welcome welcome Welcome to the Holy Day Brother brother brother Sister sister sister You must be certain of the Devil on the Holy Day You mu...
Posted by Thamiel on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 01:33:00 PST |
Watery Leviathan |
(Opening track of Boyd Rice & Friends' album Wolf Pact) At the sunriseAnd at noontimeAt the setting of the sunHere's the health to youAnd wealth to youHonours and gifts a thousand strongHere's a n...
Posted by Thamiel on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 12:52:00 PST |
Hymn to Pan |
(By A. Crowley)Thrill with the lissome lust of the light, O man! My man! Come careering out of the night Of Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady! Roam...
Posted by Thamiel on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 04:23:00 PST |
Cupid & Death |
Though little be the God of love,Yet his Arrows mighty are,And his Victories aboveWhat the valiant reach by War,Nor are his limits with the skie;O'r the milky way he'l fly,And somtimes wound a Deity.A...
Posted by Thamiel on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 05:37:00 PST |
Abracadabra |
Abracadabra. Abrakad'abra was a monotonous prayer, set in the form of a triangle, of short and disconnected sentences, so arranged that it was without beginning or ending, the which a person in might ...
Posted by Thamiel on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 05:38:00 PST |
