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| Of the Moon-Beasts |
| The Moon-Beasts,the ones-who-change,they are of the Oldest of all.Before my Father,they roamed the lands.Tarry not in the path of them,Avoid them,they are set upon us like wolves in the sheepfold.For we are of one kind,and they another.Beware their sacred ground,walk softly through their wilderness.Their bite is as our bite,Their claws are as our claws,Tarry not in the path of them,they are of one kind,and we are another. |
| Of the Wild Ones |
| Of the Mad ones,the Wild Ones,I say,first,drink not of their blood!But watch them,for they are beautiful in their wilderness,They are enchanting in their mystery,They are deadly in their warlike skills.Alone among the creatures of the night they kept me company in the earth,and brought me water when I was thirsty and could still breathe.Like me,they were cast out.Like my children,they are homeless.Like my children's children,they wander.Like my Mother and Father,they know too much.But they keep their own counsel,and I,of them,I say Mark me well:Keep Silent!Say nothing.Watch,and learn. |
| Of the Enlightened |
| The Mother of Power,dark Lilith,is of the greatest of them,but there are others,and more to come.Drink not of their blood,for they will ensnare you,Keep wary of them,they are crafty.They know Adam's knowledge,and Eve's wisdom.They are the bringers of fire,the tillers of soil,the husbanders of animals,the bringers of writing,they are the Sun-Children,the Rising Stars.They will seek to involve you in their journey.Resist!Resist!their path disreguards hunger,blood,and body.Trust not the ones with bright eyes towards the dawn: Remember always,it is the Dawning that brings you death. |
| Of Those Spirits of the Dead |
| Mark you well:there is a place beyond spirit,beyond life which is darkness. Shadow,and there Shadows dwell.An island,a fortress,a land of the dead.I have traveled there through a pathway of doom and I have witnessed the dread king of the Stygian City as he sat at court.I have seen the faceless hooded ones traversing River Styx.They swarm about us like flies on a putrefying corpse, and like us,feed on fear,ecstacy,and anger.Dead they are,but undead,and they are closer to us than we will ever know.The Blood of my Brother cries our to me as I sleep as the Sun crosses the sky.I hear my brother,second born Abel, screaming.Mark well the spirits of those who have died,Know their strength is not your own.Listen to their words:they carry wisdom.Listen not to their songs:that way is oblivion.Do not seek to bind them,but free them if you can.Such is the commandment of Caine,who himself has been imprisoned and freed. |