Solemn art Thy gifts of passion

Since Thou hast welcome'd me before

On that primal day Thou hast created

Hadst Thou not dared to ease them all



"Thus, fathom her I will

Of Earth claimeth she her splendour

As trinity dwells she

Her spell to cast in rival anger

Thy sinful race she doth thus kill"



This is Thy sin, Thy crime, alas

Though in my heart the dark doth last

A servant yet I am

Bound to linearity poison their future entity I will



"Thou hast compelled me to receive Thy will

But hear

Disgust I feel for Thee

Open lies Thy secret and her will I lead

Betrayer of the origin

Dost Thou now fear Thy hateful seed?"