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
