Uncouth tears   Fallen upon   Sepulcher prison   A condemned voice   Stands to be   All that remains   Living within the   Loathsome lair      Honor and Shame   Bury the child   Blame the innocent   Feel the hammer   Of righteous indignation   Crush your   Arrogant resolve      [Desire tends to   Speak in no   Simple tongue   A sharp ear   Still lies masked   In its inborn   Virginal ignorance]      Recondite vocation   Methods of madness   Lie within the darkness   It lies within the   Animus foundation      [If the truth   Had even   The slightest   Possibility of   Sad recognition   Then our   Miserable history   Would be tarnished   With the   Muddy spark   Of success]      Nocturne vampirical   Suckle on   The marrow   Of impetuous need   Bleed the feeble masses   To your own agenda      Set the nails   With dear care   Into the cross   Of the weak   For one day   On there   You shall hang