Raise in me sin, O dripping beast.
Gift me with thy curse;
invoke in me all life deceased;
render all inverse.
Burn in me with perfect fervor
and fire sin
born of might.

The weak repent sin, mortal and venial.
All sin is a glory, a glory to HIM in the East.

Thou, who tore from twisted heaven.
Lord above the throne,
praise weak man with devils seven,
cast to splinter bone;
a flood to crush
those that bend.

The raven and the seditious crow,
have spread their filth in these eaves to nest:
about thy altars to which I cleave
in a world broken and gone mad.

The weak repent sin, mortal and venial.
All sin is a glory, a glory to HIM in the East.

O thou my soul, bless HIM my Lord of Lords!
All sin is a glory, a glory, a glory, a glory!

One hundred dead! One hundred dead;
spit a hundred lies!
Blind, bereft of thy serpent's head,
cloaked in man's disguise.
Cast upon them thy fearsome rays
of vibrating
radiance!

How blest am I! How blest by thee;
to roar thy praise at the venomous earth;
to breathe the stink beneath thy wings;
and with sword, and with flesh
I shape mine to thee.

Always beneath your star filled wings
and beneath your throne.
Worships this worm, above all kings,
above man dethroned.
Temples of death, below twelve wings.
Illuminate
to extol.

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