You are the Ancient One 

The Ancient of Days 

The end and the beginning 

The object of my praise 

You're the Morning Star 

You're the Midnight Sun 

I Am that I Am 

You're the Victory won 

You're Lord Sabaoth 

Father, Son, mysterious Ghost 

Nefarious Ones tremble in fear 

Of your innumerable host 

You make the moon blood 

Turn the Sun to black 

You have slain thousands 

With a single Spirit 

We are adorers of blood 

The blood spilt from your veins 

The blood we drink in Eucharist 

The blood we bathe our bodies in 

Blood-wrought Salvation 

You're the Sacrifice of Blood 

The Firstborn of the dead 

Corpse fulfilled with sin 

Word manifest to flesh 

Slayer of serpents 

Impending death of death 

Castrator of sin 

The bitter wine of Wrath 

We are the possessed 

Possession Aeternus 

Your blood flows in our veins 

We are The Victorious 

Others charge You with murder 

Others shake their fists at You 

Others don't realize 

Your blood covers them too 

Blood-wrought Salvation 

We are adorers of blood 

The blood spilt from your veins 

The blood we drink in Eucharist 

The blood we bathe our bodies in 

Bathe me in Your Blood 

Baptize me in the Fire 

Pour your Spirit on me 

Fill my cup higher and higher and higher and higher and higher!!