Flaming serpent of orbs
Fall unto the hands of this angel
Five hundred years tall
Unremoved of spirit
Flaming serpent of orbs
Five hundred years tall
Waiting certain and shorn
Within barren searches
Five hundred years tall
And unremoved of spirit
Dei Desertionem
Churning
Always growing
Churning
Always groaning
Roaming salacious and insatiable
Not destroyed by the glorious
Permitting most obscene tantra
Venenum Deus
How you knew the dusk
Ever
Divine courtesan
Dei Desertionem
