Enjewelled the crown, of mirrored deception

Where the serpent lay coiled, upon Babilian tower

In charnel gardens, spawn twelve black orchids

Colder than death, incandescent they shine



Sentinels of stone, speak sweet delirium

Paragons of virtue, with poison tongues

Ossific cathedrals masqued in innocence

Belie wrath arcanum (are we undone)



Downward christus soldier onwards

From your twisted tower (of malice and spite)

The opiate archeus that you feast upon

Our primal lands of winter and night

Damn us all with your mercy and charity

From chaos is found, true shape and form

The inferno of summer may hold us in check

But we will awaken, no longer in thrall