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!