The tears that wet Gethsemane.. 
We chose our Faith on Sinai 
Our mystic Dreams were hunted 
But our eternal Cult is finally restored! 
The words that are blown as dust 
Drowned in the Seas as lead 
Our wings of Knowledge are as Darkness 
Dare you meet me in the vast depths of my mind? 
Votaris of the tears you shed 
Follower of the week compassion 
Lamenting shall be carried by the Winds in your name 
The end shall enter the temple of your worthless life 
For We are the Chosen Ones on Earth 
Servants of Those who scream over the mountains of sunset 
Of the Queen that spits the Ancient Words of Power 
We raise the broken chalice in Her eternal Name 
I shall dance the dance the dance of Salome once more, 
So sleep forever bastardic infected birth: