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NEKAM, ADONAI ! THE PRECEPTOR’S ADDRESS TO HIS TEMPLARS Το Sir J ames Thomas Wind'ram LOVE, the saviour of the world, Must be scourged with many rods, From its place in heaven hurled, Outcast before all the gods. Love, that cleanses all, must be Washed in its own blood and tears, Heir of all eternity Made the martyr of the years. Love, that fills the void with bliss, Staunches the eternal flood, Heals the hurt of the abyss, Blanches, beggared of its blood. - Love, that wears the laurel crown, Turns to gain the lees of loss, That from shame retrieves renown, Is the carrion of the cross. Through the heart a dagger-thrust, On the mouth a traitor kiss, 271
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NEKAM, ADONAI !
THE PRECEPTOR’S ADDRESS TO HIS TEMPLARS
Το Sir James Thomas Wind'ram
LOVE, the saviour of the world,Must be scourgedwith many rods,
From its place in heaven hurled,Outcast before all the gods.
Love, that cleanses all, must beWashed in its own blood and tears,
Heir of all eternityMade the martyr of the years.
Love, that fills the void with bliss,Staunches the eternal flood,
Heals the hurt of the abyss,Blanches,beggared of its blood.
- Love, that wears the laurel crown,Turns to gain the lees of loss,
That from shame retrieves renown,Is the carrion of the cross.
Through the heart a dagger-thrust,On the mouth a traitor kiss,
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THE EQUINOXOn the brows the brand of lust,In the eyes the blaze of bliss!
Life, the pimp 01 malice, dragsLove with rape 01 fingers rude,
Flings to dust-heap death the ragsOf its bleedingmaidenhood.
Therefore, we, the slaves 01 love,Stand with trembling lips and eyes;
There is that shall reach aboveThe soul’s sullied sanctuaries.
Blasphemy beneath our touchTurns to prayer’s most awed intent;
The profaner’s vilest smutchIs our central sacrament.
Triumph, Templars, that are swornTo that vengeance sinister,
Vigilant from murk to mornBy our rifled sepulchre.
Death to superstition, swear!Death to tyranny, respond!
By the martyredMaster, dareDeath, and what may lie beyond!
Heel on crucifix, deny!Mouth to dagger-blade, affirm!
Point to throat,we stab the spy;Hand on knee, we crush the worm.
NEKAM, ADONAI!Every knight unbare the brand!Fling aloft the gonfalon!
By the oath and ordeal, stand!By the bitter cup, set on!
Is Beauséant forward flung?Is VeXillum Belli set?
Onward, Templars, old and young,In the name of Baphomet!
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