Hail to those that
walk my lonely path
Bearing the mark of the chosen one
They are the cross!
They are the travellers of the plains
Common ground of all directions
They lead to me
I lead to them
Never lie to me
The father of lies
Never deny your
deeper desires
To all those true to me
Their instinct and mind
I grant
The virtues of the beast
Forged in fire
Iron wills of warlocks
and witches nourish me
With their love
they heat my broken wings
Making me strong
Lifting me up
Above the dream
Blessed are the restless minds
The angel tribes: for they
shall inherit the earth
Blessed are the morning stars for
They shall burn the heavens
with their Luciferian light
The virtues of the beast
Never lie to me
The father of lies
Never deny
your deeper desires
To all those true to me
Their instinct and mind
I grant
The virtues of the beast