Born of fire
Thrown into dust
Bound to the will of thy terrestrial flesh and blood
The womb of nothingness
Has set you free
And no birthmarks you shall see
Serpent and seraphim erect in silence
Between the One and the three
You must fill the emptiness
Until the day that your mind will caress
The darkness that embraces your soul
And into dreadful dreams you will fall
For you shall bear the torch of love and faith
And you will wish to die
For blood you will drink
And hearts you will eat
And you shall raise the body of the Lord!