Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Liber XV, Ch. I, Class A, OWW


Oath of the Zelator Atrophamus

That I dwell w'er shades
H'r no one find
secret kept

To sw'l'w sp'r't of h'rm
To sw'l'w poison
To sw'l'w pain

To burn them out

That I give my fl'm
Not snuff it out
Th' close

So thee sp'r't cease