Desolate Shrine plane of awake dreams over angel serpent tower

I call him
The first of the Witchblood
I call him
At the hour of the blackening dim
I invoke Him
The most vehement
Scorpion Soul
I invoke Him
To poison me from within
Come to me
From darkness beneath this plane of awake
Come to me
I do invoke thee!
Call Him, Invoke Him, Awake Him - Enter
Herein this blood-hour my infernal domain enter!
Glance in the black mirror, awake, enter!
In my Luciferian light the Angel-Serpent awake!
My body of shadow reform and take!
Next Moon it is I of great violence and terror
I of blinding blackness and horror
The Lucifer-stone cast into my waters from which all shores flee
And from this tower with Satan magick I raise my rivers to a storming sea!
With twelve wings of chaos and the Black Flame
Above the throne of men I ascend
My body of light descends to the grave, waking the shadow-self to transcend
I call Him, I invoke Him, come to me, I do invoke thee!