When I've grown weary of the gentle love and the vainglory in all its creation, I will break its hold in your embrace
Low into your wild beauty's foundation
Cloven steps toward destiny's shrine, I retrace

May the wind about my ears settle in rest
So that your subtle tongue can wrest them with its pull to grim duty
However bleak the task to which you beckon, I will answer
As I cherish your kiss that presses cruelly

With your tail in hand, I am led to the end of man and the door of succеssion
Where I suffer thе gaze of your cleansing sins
Atop heavenly ruins
Work on a temple begins

Empty is the mouth that carries no war
Let the breath be pulled from mine before it tastes a sue for peace
For hollow is the fireless heart
Upon strife's ignition, will mine eternally feast

With your tail in hand, I am led to the end of man and the door of succession
Where I suffer the gaze of your cleansing sins
Atop heavenly ruins
Work on a temple begins

I know the aching of the end
And I will never be left by its desire for the death of all
It is by its mouth's pull that into life's most vibrant plains, I am called
Unto its sacred majesty, I offer my pride that blinds
I will fight savagely
Amid the fray of psychic torrents, I will reside