The tears that wet Gethsemane. We chose our Faith on Sinai Our mystic Dreams were hunted But our eternal Cult is finally restored! The words that are blown as dust Drowned in the Seas as lead Our wings of Knowledge are as Darkness Dare you meet me in the vast depths of my mind? Votaris of the tears you shed Follower of the week compassion Lamenting shall be carried by the Winds in your name The end shall enter the temple of your worthless life For We are the Chosen Ones on Earth Servants of Those who scream over the mountains of sunset Of the Queen that spits the Ancient Words of Power We raise the broken chalice in Her eternal Name I shall dance the dance the dance of Salome once more, So sleep forever bastardic infected birth: