Died and buried, now on this inox table It was inner body that was tattoo his heritage Perhapse a new beginning... Throughout his veins and throughout his flesh It was enough to understand or to interpret Analyze, dissected, to order the labyrinth To distil creates the rite and the faith. Under... lonely stars Thunder... inner madness and scars Plunder... life's rape, evolutions shape Believer... on your knees and pray! And those who one knowns... Beat, that says the clown... Drown in the media camera... Born again a new philosophy! They know, now what they see Thirteen the number of the nines unknown The worst and the better, the three! Thirteen Stanislas Crowley Rosencreit