Come to domes of remorse

Summoned be the first of my four beasts

Rip bare the omens of cross

Inhale the words, trueborn disease



Beheld,

White horse of savior.

Above every god

Dark prince



Diverse from all humanflesh fooled

Spread wings like horns, angelchrist

Eyes for lies in mouths of truth

From horns shall ten kings rise



Come to domes of remorse

Summoned be the second of my four beasts

Rip bare the omens of cross

Inhale the words, trueborn disease



Hear rapture of lies, lies of god



Breed the lies!



Adulation of trickery, desecration of prophecy

Come to domes of remorse

Summoned be the third of my four beasts

Rip bare the omens of cross

Inhale the words, trueborn disease



Before him stands two candles lit

Served in faith, banquet of plague

Seasons imitate march of the sick,

Black as hate in vows to wake



Come to domes of remorse

Summoned be the last of my four beasts

Rip bare the omens of cross

Inhale the words, trueborn disease



To slay with sword

To slay with hunger

To slay with death

And with beasts of the earth