Servants of the sun monarch

Keepers of the fading revelations arch

How low we bow

To receive thy blessed

Archaic behest



Hollow seems form of mine

Empyreal host for will of thine

How eternized lores prospere

When guardians of faith conquer



I feel inside this cordial husk

Carnal envy for mortal lust

Assessor of holy ghost

Revealed to me exposed



Receive, revere

Angelic fire inside

I leech thy extacy

Obscene yearn for more



When screams of dread for languid flesh

Aspire to hearten this supreme abuse

Non omnis moriar

For I cannot die



My light shines inward

Touched by weakening heart

Lay slivering sword

To nourish sanguine art