Solemn art Thy gifts of passion 

Since Thou hast welcome'd me before 

On that primal day Thou hast created 

Hadst Thou not dared to ease them all 



"Thus, fathom her I will 

Of Earth claimeth she her splendour 

As trinity dwells she 

Her spell to cast in rival anger 

Thy sinful race she doth thus kill" 



This is Thy sin, Thy crime, alas 

Though in my heart the dark doth last 

A servant yet I am 

Bound to linearity poison their future entity I will 



"Thou hast compelled me to receive Thy will 

But hear 

Disgust I feel for Thee 

Open lies Thy secret and her will I lead 

Betrayer of the origin 

Dost Thou now fear Thy hateful seed?"