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...