Enjewelled the crown, of mirrored deception  Where the serpent lay coiled, upon Babilian tower  In charnel gardens, spawn twelve black orchids  Colder than death, incandescent they shine    Sentinels of stone, speak sweet delirium  Paragons of virtue, with poison tongues  Ossific cathedrals masqued in innocence  Belie wrath arcanum (are we undone)    Downward christus soldier onwards  From your twisted tower (of malice and spite)  The opiate archeus that you feast upon  Our primal lands of winter and night  Damn us all with your mercy and charity  From chaos is found, true shape and form  The inferno of summer may hold us in check  But we will awaken, no longer in thrall