Enjewelled the crown, of mirrored deception Where the serpent lay coiled, upon Babalian 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