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