You fall before your idols and say you kneel to pray
Arms spread wide in all idleness we watch you sway
Comforted in winds of petty wickedness you wish to hide
From yourself, from your kind, from even lower forms of life
As from your divided divine
But who art thou, lurking in the dark of the night
Stumbles upon my most secret thoughts
Pray to your gods to fall prey
Pray to your rulers and fall prey
Pray to your gods to fall prey
Prey of your rulers' fallen prayer
So they spake the authades antitheoi
They Prince of all Satans fell through pride
Through concupiscence fell Archons in the first apocalypse of might
Eve the third wife of Adam victimised for Creator's brutalising seed
Outwitted Adam the foolish man of his raped wife through
Disobedience of the meek
But who art thou, lurking in the dark of the night
Stumbles upon my most secret thoughts
Pray to your gods to fall prey
Pray to your rulers and fall prey
Pray to your gods to fall prey
Prey of your rulers' fallen prayer
"High on the throne of a royal state
Which far outshone the wealth
Of Omuszd and of Ind
Satan exalted sat."