"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law ..."
There's forces where the flies gather. This omen of tomorrow. Northward to calling are the masses. But I am the son of the forest. The sun, the stars and the moon. Bandished south now to the bowels of the loch. But I rise and fall to rise yet again. Once in the east within the tomb walls with the Mad Arab and Aiwass, I did rise. And once atop the southern hills of Germany under the veil of iron birds, I did rise. The wolf guards my walk. Slow and sure. And too the raven, serpent and ram. And it is for flesh that I moan. Arisen in lycanthrope upon my beloved Boleskine tract, I live for thine only to devour the fruits of humanity and the lands. I am the beast of a million ages.Now I wait for my rose to grow. Red, thorny and true. Then I shall rise yet again.
