You are the Ancient One   The Ancient of Days   The end and the beginning   The object of my praise   You’re the Morning Star   You’re the Midnight Sun   I Am that I Am   You’re the Victory won   You’re Lord Sabaoth   Father, Son, mysterious Ghost   Nefarious tremble in fear   Of Your terrible host   You make the Moon blood   Turn the Sun to black   You have slain thousands   With a single Spirit      We are adorers of blood   The Blood spilt from Your veins   The Blood we drink in Eucharist   The Blood we bathe our bodies in   Blood-wrought Salvation         You’re the Sacrifice of Blood   The Firstborn of the dead   Corpse fulfilled with sin   Word manifest to flesh   Slayer of serpents   Impending death of death   Castrator of sin   The bitter wine of Wrath   We are the possessed   Possession Aeternus   Your blood flows in our veins   We are The Victorious   Others charge You with murder   Others shake their fists at You   Others don’t realize   Your Blood covers them too      We are adorers of blood   The blood spilt from your veins   The blood we drink in Eucharist   The blood we bathe our bodies in      On that same night   I will pass through and strike down every firstborn   I will bring judgment on all gods   The Blood will be a sign for you   When I see the Blood, I will pass over you   No destructive plague will touch you   When I strike      Bathe me in Your Blood   Baptize me in Fire   Pour your Spirit on me   Fill my cup higher and higher and higher and higher and higher!!