Lightray reflector I feel you fallen one Your grace clad misery I hear the whisper of your wings You non-caressed son of the sun Black as tar, ye serpents are. Black as tar is the morningstar. My blood shall be my memory My body shall be the earth And prophet still, angel or devil Yeliel come unto me Chant of Golgotha Defiled yet purified From upon thine rosen pillars Beneath the garden of the first grave ANIMAS SECRE GENGES HARATHAMAM PAXONYON SARIB SYMPILIA CERVEL