Begin at the end, lest what's said
Is unrepeated
Cloven desire; mercurial lusting
For a past undelivered
Strive for perfection
Our desecration:
The unequal masses
Are unencumbered
Come, my children, come
I am the father that guides you safe passage
I will deliver your body and your spirit
To the flame, to the holy flame
Come, my children, come
Bring me the daughter of the ocean and the forest
I will bless her with every lying spirit
Come, my sheep, now, come
Deliver her body unto me now children
Give me everything thing she has
I will condemn her
Take her downwards
The devils and the priesthood
Will throw her into hell