Ulum Bulus

Unveil thyself, O descendant of Beelzebub who
lingers fright in glimmering darkness like
h'Undreds of unhewn hopes in Sheol where
maimed men mingle in melancholy

Bond under the cruel fist of death and
ungraved from sombre to over
like a phoenix soiled in the magical earth
unbeasted from the cruel bound of the Grim reaper
Son of hades, who hath thou