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I.

The sacred child violated at the altar of power 

Both in dark occultic circles 

And among the squalid masses below 

Our society feeds off its blood 

To sustain infinite appetite

For suffering 

And the destruction of creation  

Those who work with the blackest demons fail to realise 

That they feed off the conjurer in the final act 

The world they steward will not be spared

As it was when Carthage was sown with salt

And Moctezuma fell from his mighty pyramid  

So shall it be with what remains of the West 

II.

Amidst the ashes of Apocalypse 

Rises a new Christ  

For a new Aeon 

The Tree of Life 

Returned to its full splendour