From the shapeless seed of death
Grew the most dreadful wonder
Towering unseen over all existence

It's roots are wrapped tight around creation's throat
And God's all faces drown in the shadow of it's crown


In waking...
In dreaming...
In dreamless sleep we're drawn

By signs and fate towards that vast sinister source

Attempt to approach in hope of consolation

And lost you'll be in the freezing wasteland
But come thirsting for unearthly strength
And you may find the bliss that never ends


A venomous thorn from it's blackest bough
Is buried deep in the chests of the chosen

Piercing the side of the heart every time it beats
Never to let us forget what we truly seek


Sanci Satanae plena sunt omnia
Letum et dolor lumen sunt in gloria


Invoking...
Beseeching...
In prayer and rites we're torn

Reborn and slain again by that transforming force

And the song of ravens keeps raging on!


Come and harvest the fruit of rebellion
Partake in the orgy of apotheosis

To stand upright and to choose your own way
Eat of this offering and nothing will be the same


Kingdoms rise, kingdoms fall
Yet the tree of light is florescent forevermore


A venomous thorn from it's blackest bough
Is buried deep in the chests of the chosen
Piercing the side of the heart every time it beats

To wake us up from this cursed cosmic dream