Wandering in the mountains,
Guiding light of souls,
The Hermit leads the armies,
Through passages unforetold.
Lead us to victory,
Raise our banner high,
We who hold the mystery,
Thelema across the sky.
Fools hollowed and banished,
Cowards suffer no more,
Pride suffered and vanished,
The Hermit takes the floor.
He, to the gathered awoke,
Multitudes they arose,
The Hermit to them he spoke,
And struck a frightening pose.
I come before you armed,
War approaches near,
Be not unduly alarmed,
Only the Fool must fear.
My adviser the Wind and
Breeze,
Light prevails as planned,
Within you find with ease,
Courage to make a stand.
My word is the Law,
Gifted unto you and you and you,
Blackest is the flaw,
Bitter that this is new.
Now he speaks with haste,
Time is short at last,
Freedom gives a taste,
The Hermit's spell is cast.
Bloody battles rage,
Dead arise to fight,
Conjured by the Mage,
Blasphemy of night.
Four nights flash of bright,
One for every Word,
God killer was the might,
So the Hermit heard.
Dust settles to the ground,
The dead are put to flame,
Magick now abounds,
No one left to blame.
A thousand arms were raised,
Violet were all things,
Clouded, fogged and hazed,
But mighty stood the Kings!