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!
