Vesture Dipped in the Blood of Morning - Leviathan

I plunge this equation into mine veins

Mine voice so far from mine voice

Mine hand so far from mine own hand

Voices from the angel on mine left thumb

Whisper terrible words and perversities

From a long flagellated vessel

Oh more, much much more is found of us

From the pandemonium

Begins the nativity of sin and death

Becoming most vain serpent

Everlasting perverse calculus

Heart replaced with stone

And a necklace of scars

From a long flagellated vessel

Now mine voice, mine hand, and mine heart

Herald the glorious becoming

The most vile of secrets

All of this troth

Given to mortification

Face down and obedient

Truths illuminated, no longer obscured

Full in emptiness complete

In wonder of malignant spirit

Impious yet desiderative

Plunge this equation into thy vein

Regurgitating on the crown of Sabbath