Light of the dead
Now empty the void
Which slumbereth
In interior seas

Back into the darkness of the womb
Ancient, inaugural tomb
Spit forth thy liquid fire
Of blood upon the face of the moon

And rip the feathers from her skull
As blue fires paint a black sky
Revealing shadows from centuries by
When shall be time no more
When time shall be
A time no longer

I’ll paint black the sun
In a godless laughter
Speak to me now
Fall at my command
Blood of aether’s ovum
And die with me forever

Light of the dead! Arise! Light of the dead!
By the light of a dying sun
A new fire rises in its place
That rises in the west and sets in the east

A horned and scaled, pure-souled beast
I have already seen too much
I have already died too much
So I pass this light unto thee