You come before us born of clay
Still now no will
You stand before us without light
A broken thing stripped for parts
Battleworn betrayer
You feeble thing
What is left of your life
Battleworn betrayer
Of idle mind
You will learn
As above so below
You stand before us and beg for life
But we give much more
Steel your nerve now and cede this flesh
A harvest of your soul
Battleworn betrayer
You feeble thing
What is left of your life
Battleworn betrayer
Of idle mind
You will learn
As above so below
The black light shines upon this horde
Speak your truth and let it be known
Make a gift of your blood and bone
The black light burns away your soul