No permission asked or drawn;
Artefacts with Axes sewn.
Booming Naked silent Screams.
Upside-in and twisted, beams.
No chair to tame this silhouetted Rune.
No light pierces this solo Quartet’s Tune;
Brains, Flesh and Flame sing in Hermetic Tongue.
Psychopomp Maieutic! Hail Her Magick’s Sons!