The flames At the bottom Of the concrete temple Have nearly faded to dust And Its disciples Perform Most obscure Rituals To mesmerizing chants Oh great Father hear our prayers Oh dark Mother shed your skin Share your wisdom With your cursed kin And as the moon grows colder I witness the lion swallowing the sun And in the fog I see the Path long lost Oh great Father hear our prayers Oh dark Mother shed your skin Share your wisdom With your cursed kin