Liber XV, Ch. I, Class A, OWW




Oath of the Zelator Atrophamus


That I dwell w'er shades

H'r no one find

secret kept


To sw'l'w sp'r't of h'rm

To sw'l'w poison

To sw'l'w pain


To burn them out


That I give my fl'm

Not snuff it out

Th' close


So thee sp'r't cease