IAO!

And still, the fire burns...

on each of the four directions

as I stand inside the circle and chant.

East, south, west, north.

Fire, earth, air, water.

Red, green, orange, blue.

Surrounded by

the gods of spheres,

guarded by cherubs

I ride the force

in which i burn.

Is there even such a thing

as a return from the flames?

I coagulate and dissolve

I enter alive and die

in order to transmute

and arise from the ashes

of willing self immolation.

IAO!

Transform or die!

Exalt or perish!

Be ablaze or rest in peace!