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Behold, a world made one, a flame illuminates the sky

Gathered around the symbol of the trident, Death deified

With gifts of blood and tears

Splendor in submission

With bones our temple is built

The bones of the slaughtered

The secret of our race’s strength lies in the blood, the sin of our Father

A victor’s crown glows red, underneath the shadow of the trident

Take your son, your only son, whom you love

And go to the land of Moriah

With gifts of blood and tears

Splendor in submission

With bones our temple is built

The bones of the slaughtered son

The son spoke: «My father, I see the fire and the wood,

But where is the lamb for a burnt offering?»

Here is my covenant with you

I have made you the father of many nations

Take your son, your only son, whom you love

And go to the land of Moriah

Kill the lamb, raise a holy fire

Kill the lamb, offer your Lord this holocaust.

With gifts of blood and tears

With bones our temple is built