Oh woeful god, behold me as the king i am
Oh pityful one, see me yeld and kneel towards the horns
I am the dawn of a time, of a time without sun
Oh dawn of mine, hear me cry for what lurks at the horizon
Behold me as i yeld, as i tear the flesh of my innocence
Hear me cry out, not in pain, but of lust
I know the dark, thus i hold the wine that keeps me sober
I am a venom that dwells in the womb of the virgin
From beyond the gates of torment
From beyond the poisoned tongue of wrath
I allow this wisdom to conquer my flesh and soul
Spitting in the face of the priest and laughing
As spikes through the wrists
I have had the blindness aching in my heart
As thorns deep in the flesh
I have felt the tight chains of light around my neck
But from the opening to the torment of the stars
From the unpure rising nine
The names of the horned eternity
Comes this blade to cut the throat of christ
With pride i swallow the winds from the past
And sharpen the blade of the present
This desire to outlive eternity, to yearn... and to grow
A gift from the horded divine
To have such love for the sight of two majestic horns
To rape the light, and to make love to the dark
From the black star of an ancient rebellion
Comes this tasteful wine to make me grow