Flaming serpent of orbs
 Fall unto the hands of this angel
 Five hundred years tall
 Unremoved of spirit
 Flaming serpent of orbs
 Five hundred years tall
 Waiting certain and shorn
 Within barren searches
 Five hundred years tall
 And unremoved of spirit
Dei Desertionem
 Churning
 Always growing
 Churning

 Always groaning
 Roaming salacious and insatiable
 Not destroyed by the glorious
 Permitting most obscene tantra
 Venenum Deus
 How you knew the dusk
 Ever
 Divine courtesan

 Dei Desertionem