Entering the Abbey with the mystic key,
wandering spirits nodded to me.
Yet I drank the wine and the essence was pure,
the secret Elixir was a spiritual cure.
the lion laughed and cleansed me with fire,
a pregnant cow moaned and called me Sire,
the maiden from the waters vibrated a word.
from a whisper of the wind came a mystic bird.
the gateway opened with the force of the Phallus,
magick of the gates of the Palace.
in the Abbey I am no longer a guest
now the key is within my mortal chest,
with subtle fire it purges my being,
like an alter ego a song to sing.
the music of the mantra uplifts,
the essence has its magick gifts.
Entering the Abbey with the mystic key,
wandering spirits delight in me.
for now that I own the Abbey key,
magical powers are revealed to me.
the secret of the Beast and Whore,
exists beyond the Abbey door.
I have the key, come forth and see,
partake of the essence of the Abbey key!