Chant of Golgotha - Mephorash

Lightray reflector I feel you fallen one

Your grace clad misery I hear the whisper of your wings

You non-caressed son of the sun

Black as tar, ye serpents are

Black as tar is the morningstar

My blood shall be my memory

My body shall be the earth

And prophet still, angel or devil

Yeliel come unto me

Chant of Golgotha

Defiled yet purified

From upon thine rosen pillars

Beneath the garden of the first grave

ANIMAS SECRE GENGES HARATHAMAM PAXONYON SARIB SYMPILIA CERVEL