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Path of Initiation
(SickTanicK)

From the bowels of hell and back, SickTanicK takes you on a ride you’ll never forget. Since in 2005, artist and producer SickTanicK has professionally mastered, replicated, released and distributed his own music on the internationally recognized independent record label Serial Killin Records, of which he also owns.

Digitally, he is on the top digital store fronts in the business where his music is continuously purchased by people that love this type of music. He calls his music "Occult Rap" which is a mixture of Rap, Industrial & Electronic & Heavy Metal that is lyrically influenced by the esoteric tradition.

He, along with his label, have toured on a national basis and sell on an international level and have also been featured in numerous blogs and magazines from Maxim, Fangoria & Horror Hound, to The Washington Post, Culture Asylum Magazine and many more.

For more information on SickTanicK & Serial Killin Records visit the following websites

skrwillrise.com theskrstore.com thesickbeats.com facebook.com/serialkillinrecords twitter.com/sicktanick twitter.com/skrwillrise666 For booking and production information contact:
sicktanick@thesickbeats.com

lyrics

My blood boils with rage it burns slow like sage and with every song i write
I fill up another page in this grand grimoire you can open doors mentally
Let my words sink into your pores and into your mind you’ll never know
What you’ll find these premonitions or more than a simple sign its more
Deep than mankind more deep than a false savior more deep than the hands
Of time it’s like every word i say is a part of this puzzle don’t be mistaken
The answers is forever shuffled within the artwork tracks and numbers
This is initiation for it you must suffer take my hand let me lead you straight
Into the fire you bought the record so it must be what you desire i am the
Prophet speaking to my congregation disciples now prepare for the path
Of initiation

This is the path of initiation the cycle of death brings forth creation
You must die for illumination divination is your destination

So you say that you want to be your own god (yes) do you accept these
Words as your one law (yes) so mode it be love is the law love under will
Follow the steps your desires will be fulfilled never put any god before yourself
Reject the lies put religion back on the shelf and let go of your false
Hopes and all fear without death there’s no reason for being here
Death is certain but life is not so you got to live life like your digging your own
Plot bury yourself with knowledge and power become a Therion cause a Therion
Devours everything in its path do the math for addition to anything in life
You must subtract i am the priest speaking to my congregation disciples
Now prepare for the path of initiation

This is the path of initiation the cycle of death brings forth creation
You must die for illumination divination is your destination

Stand tall like an obelisk place your hand on your chest with your left let it be
Expressed to the east draw the pentagram repeat on all four sides and accept
That you reject the lamb six candles five black and one white to become a part
Of darkness you got to understand the light then meditate for as long as it takes
And let go of everything you know and mentally masticate once you reach your
Peak stand up on your feet and decree

There is no god above me there is no god below me BABALON is my mother
And she loves me

A true gift of every sin where the next path starts the old one ends yeah
I am the priest speaking to my congregation disciples take heed to this path
Of initiation

This is the path of initiation the cycle of death brings forth creation
You must die for illumination divination is your destination

This is the path of initiation the cycle of death brings forth creation
You must die for illumination divination is your destination




Excerpt from "The Pentagram" by Aleister Crowley

In the years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth, Man Mastered the mammoth and horse, and Man was the lord of the earth.

He made him a hollow skin from the heart of a holy tree ...


"The Sun" from V: OF THE OFFICE OF THE COLLECTS WHICH ARE ELEVEN IN NUMBER, Liber XV, book 15, Ecclesiæ Gnosticæ Catholicæ Canon Missæ by Aleister Crowley

Lord visible and sensible of whom this earth is but a frozen spark turning about thee with annual and diurnal motion, source of light, source of life, let thy perpetual radiance hearten us to continual labour and enjoyment; so that as we are constant partakers of thy bounty we may in our particular orbit give out light and life, sustenance and joy to them that revolve about us without diminution of substance or effulgence for ever.

So mote it be.

http://hermetic.com/crowley/libers/lib15.html

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