This is the nyghte of nyghts - vve steale the starrs from heaven Adorne a crovvne of the bryde - vvho giveth a chylde to the dragon... This is the nyghte of nyghts - vve open all yer hearts so vvyde Vvith hooks and blaydes and sharpen'd steele Vvith nayles and thornes and burning sealls Children shrieks cutte the ayre - ascende from crustie stones A dagger blayde flasheth so neare - pandemonick trumpett bones Nayked bodies, curlling harde - convulsions tvviste the shelle Fleshe is bleeding, ghoulish guarde - deepe thunder roaring bell Thou shalt not see - a singlestone Revealing that his truth is nyghe But be crushed under the rock - revealing his terrible lie! Eate his bodie Drink his blood Embrayse his spirit Feaste on his hearte Grab deepe the teethe in skinne so thinne Tayke his great vvorde, fullfill our sinne! He turneth sense to madnesse He nayleth the hearts Reddemptio is nothing (nesse) ...and nothing vvill be redeem'd Enlyghten'd torches licke the vaulte - challice consecrated in blyghte On moones zenith releese for the lorde - their bloode for his most inner lyghte Stench of foulenesse, dying pulse - diabolick choirs, lyfelesse voyce Agonick creeping, living dolls - no vvay bakk, there is no choyce... Our throate becometh an open grayve; Vve'll use our s**m to deceive The venom of asps is to be under our lipps; Vve'll be arm'd vvith lyonne teethe Our mouthe vvill spitte out cursses Lethall spells vve'll vveave Our feete vvill svvifte to shedd bloode; On our paths of ruin and greede Can't ye see - his majestie - openeth his hearte so vvyde Vvhere vve vvill goe - vve neede no more - our ovvn heartebeates insyde Vve feaste on him on liquidd sinne - for there appeareth golden soyle One eye, one hearte, one soule, one vvorde - For slayves vve are For this triumphe vve boyle... This is the nyghte of nyghts, vve open all our arms so vvyde Vvith dugger, svvorde and rustie scythe Vvith acid, flayme and brimstone knyfe This is the nyghte of nyghtes, and all shall beare vvitnesse The sunne vvill drovvne in the rayging sea And the moone vvil follovv the finallie... This is the nyghte of nyghts, on brethren ye all shall follovve The path of the laste redeeming rytes A path throughe the infernall hollovv This is the nyghte of lyghts, vve strangle the glayre of the future Vve aflayme yer deepest nigtmares vvylde And sacrifyce them for his creature (vvhat remayneth vvill be throvvn to the vultures.) Ah!