Untitled - Sol Invictus

Cursed is he who enslaves our people

Accursed in the lightning that reveals his work

Accursed in the thunder that will lay it low

Be he accursed in the waters of the flood

That shall sweep his life sterile

Accursed by sun and moon and earth

Rising and setting

Waking and sleeping

Living and dying

Here and hereafter

Be he accursed

Beyond life and beyond death

Forever