Air

O thou breathing, flowing sun!
Shaitan called one, without Will gone.
Come forth, O Therion, serpent-lion
that essence thine may now be mine.
O bolt of thunder, crash of light!
Begetter of Life, who brings the night
of whirling air's swift streaming host.
Thou that flowest, thou that goest.
Air! Breath! Spirit! No bond nor bound,
the Wanderer found, my soul surround
with they great Breath of Shining Force.
Run thy course, O Savior, source
of Perfect Wisdom, Truth's one Word,
the secret bird, the Ibis head.
From thy magick, Father and Spirit of all,
the World doth fall. Now hear the call: IO IAO

Earth

Goddess of Beauty! Mistress of Love!
O Mother, O Truth, O manifest Mass!
Hollow art thou. Hail, thou art that!
Thou stirrest Satan's lust, rushing fire!
It is Thee that the Fathers, male-female, desire!

Fire

O spiritual Sun, cry aloud, cry aloud!
Satan, thou Eye, thou Lust!
Whirl the Wheel, Father, Savior avowed!
Satan, thou Eye, thou Lust!
To me give thy secret in Silence's shroud!
Satan, thou Eye, thou Lust!
Give to me suck, thou Phallus most proud!
Satan, thou Eye, thou Lust!
Self-caused, self-willed, cry aloud, cry aloud!
Satan, thou Eye, thou Lust!

Water

The Wheel and the Womb and the Sea; the Abode
of the Father IAO! Mighty art thou!
Babalon! Woman of Whoredom! The Gate
of the Great God ON! Treasured are thou!
Lady of gnosis of Ways! The source
of inviolate Wisdom. Secret art thou!
Bride of the God ON that is all and none
by the power of Eleven. Awesome art thou!
The unstirred, the virgin twin-sexed; the Body
of the Secret Seed. Holy art thou!
Abode of the Light of Hadit; the Light
of the Father and Sun. Glorious art thou!
Mistress of Horus Aeon! The Lady
of Heaven's West Gate! Perfect art thou!

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