I stood before my reflection 
With a beloved adherent 
Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose 
To drink my tepid blood from the chalice 
Impart thou in the text of 
Scourge And cleft through the veil of the virgin 
Purity is to live 
To the highest; and the highest is unjust [chorus:] 
Fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight 
In the gate of the mind appears 
And arise with turbulence called 
I [repeat chorus:] 
The artfullness of the blind 
Shabbathai 
For thee have 
I worshipped the 
Stars I cried, while you perpetually died ...
On top of 
Black Montanus of thy 
Septentrio 
Animus of an aged 
Tetragrammaton 
With stains, a lucid cicatrix of disgrace 
With joyful, elated 
Endeavour 
O lilywhite goat 
Frail as a thicket of thorns 
With a collar of gold for thy throat 
A crimson bow for thy horns 
O lilywhite goat 
You made ma 
Paganal dreams erroneous