Performed by Incarnation



Incarnate our souls,

Reveal life again.

The beauty of this place

Brings us back in sin.

Approach the unknown,

Discover the one,

The gods have set thier eyes

And chosen to be your sons.

Silence spreads it's wings,

Purifies us all.

Sacrilege we rule

Punished by the fall.

Shapes of white surround us,

Winds of the eternal fall now rest

Within our pagan souls.

Into the sadness of infinity

We, the lost souls of heaven march.

Oh, righteous lord!