Washing the incense   And blood from my eyes   The absurdities from my mind   Bells pealing, aspersions   I fell asleep thinking of angels   My name shall be reviled   Unto the end of the world   To the last generations   Of the songs of women   Abdiel, Gabriel   Pre-figure and merge   Uriel, Abaddon   Heralding a haven of hope   And Helen was screaming   Amidst chaos and candles   Blinded by blood   We behold the sophia   The Magus, he kneels   To kiss the abbots ring   A scream of silence pours forth   From her red lips   Her arms outstretched   Into a crucifix   With aspect of a woman and man   Shedding hair and gown   Adoring the perfect Sophia   Prostrate before the icon twisted   Sabellicus worships the deviant   Spurious seraph   Sophistry, treachery   Obscene architect of dark artifice   Shivering and dancing in the breeze   The mirrors catch the sun...