Ye the almighty, unto whom all hearts are open All desires known, and from whom no secrets are hid Cleanse the thoughts of our hearts By the inspiration of thy flames We worthily magnify thy thousand names all unified in thou Abyssic lord, we call, plead and crave! Send your legions Come forth, angels of sin One of the seven will come And with the golden censer step up to the altar Carrying incense and embers to be burnt before the throne To bring our words to him And from the hands of the winged sovereignty Overcome with humbleeness facing such grandeur I am blazing with awe and shine with the fires of him I kneel down, brace posture and offer my gifts I lay outstretched in five pointed symmetry I purge the ground and close the gate Call back your legions Descend, angels of sin Grant me command Let me burn with strength Sharpen my sense and my will