I
To the Lady of Life do I sing this praise
Of worship and love to the end of my days!
Let all open ears hear my acclamation,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
II
Even the juggler spinning his arte
Knows that the secret is found in the heart!
The magick he weaves is a grand illusion,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
III
I wish to be lost in Your mysterious deep;
Within Your embrace, I fall fast asleep.
Your great black sea I am floating upon,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
IV
Benevolent king with the power of four
Jupiter reigns o’er the rich and the poor.
Grant us compassion, o merciful Kwan,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
V
Thou goddess who pours out the life of the stars
And kneels by the water with Your golden jars
From which flows the life that You have just drawn,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
VI
The hierophant’s words are the prophet’s, forsooth;
His voice in the silence is whispering truth!
With the masks of the cherubs all looking on,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
VII
Thou virgin so pure, it is Thee I adore,
Thou art seven in one and one in four!
O mother of nature, I thee call upon;
VIII
Oh lady who closes the mouth of the beast,
The might of the lion subdued by the least;
Overpowered by love and not coercion!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
IX
As the moon reflects the light of the sun,
We also reflect the light of the One!
As each of our stars forever shines on,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
X
Thou art one earth, the mother of all!
Thou art the womb from where man did first crawl
And where he returns when his life is gone!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
XI
Lady of lust on the back of the Beast,
The lion, the serpent, the star of the east
Rising and shining new light on Zion;
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
XII
O Babalon! Babalon! Thou mighty mother
That ridest upon the crowned Beast and no other!
Drunk on the wine of Your fornication,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
XIII
Oh Thou who art unity sent from above
To redeem the fallen with Your perfect love!
They shall be pure as the newly born fawn;
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
XIV
Thou art the hermit alone on the peak
And also the adept who climbs up to seek
The wisdom of sages and their reflection.
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
XV
The seed and the root and the leaf and the bud
Will flower and fruit by the grace of Thy blood
That is drawn from the earth in transmutation.
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
XVI
Glory to Babalon! Glory to She
Who guards the Abyss from Her mystical sea!
The grace of Her splendor deservedly won,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
XVII
Thou dressed in purple, Thou dressed in scarlet,
O Thou precious jewel and gold bedecked harlot,
Thy golden cup filled with abomination;
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
XVIII
The charioteer in his armor of gold
Drawn without reins by the sphinxes four-fold!
Blazing in glory, the sign of the sun,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
XIX
The incense is smoking, the candles are lit
As I bend down to kiss the forefinger of IT
And pray at the altar You’re seated upon!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
XX
Time ticking on like the hands of a clock
Calls forth the god with the head of a hawk!
The aeon of fire will rain down upon;
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
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