Chant of Golgotha

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