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