We live, cross of death,
Tied fetish, rope of birth,
Nailed down, our desire,
Ensorcell this earthly pyre

To the barren path, this causeway charred

Born dead, in the night,
Woodland realm, sorcerous might,
Congress, we adorn,
As the dragon is formed

To the barren path, this causeway charred

The path is set to excess,
Crooked, it reflects,
The idol is born,
Carved from flesh, we sound the horn!!!

To the barren path, this causeway charred

Black snake, symbol of the verdant stance,
Possessed, the spirits of the bone dead dance,
Bottled rum to anoint us all,
Sacrifice to this dirt track soil

Cast this world asunder,
Now itis time to enter under

The Baron stands in his cemetery,
Bereavement no longer signals me,
The dead arrive, the offerings are made,
Accept me now into this barren graveÖ.

Cast this world asunder
Now itis time to enter under

Seals of Grace
Seal my fate
Interstice of space
Otherness faced
Seals of Grace
Seals of Grace

Axis mundi stands
Dirt track commands
Impune salutation
Desires damnation

Seals of Grace
Seals of Grace

Hasten my end
From this world send
My soul to face
These seals of grace

Kneeling at this point, fulcrum, I become,
To open the gates, I summon all,
To seal my fate, I transgress
Kneeling at this point, fulcrum, I become

Borders to overcome, tyrants to be undone,
Daemon of solitude, trickster I salute,
Many coloured cap, black stone cross
Borders to overcome, tyrants to be undone

The fool's errand is my dirt track,
Crossroads to open, all before
The corporeal altar I fall
The fool's errand is my dirt track

So we must transcend this open ground
Mark not this burial, this burial mound
For blood shall run in offerings made
The sorcery of otherness shall never fade