Il Giardino Di Monte Oliveto Maggiore

Washing the incense

And blood from my eyes

The absurdities from my mind

Bells pealing, aspersions

I fell asleep thinking of angels

My name shall be reviled

Unto the end of the world

To the last generations

Of the songs of women

Abdiel, Gabriel

Pre-figure and merge

Uriel, Abaddon

Heralding a haven of hope

And Helen was screaming

Amidst chaos and candles

Blinded by blood

We behold the sophia

The Magus, he kneels

To kiss the abbots ring

A scream of silence pours forth

From her red lips

Her arms outstretched

Into a crucifix

With aspect of a woman and man

Shedding hair and gown

Adoring the perfect Sophia

Prostrate before the icon twisted

Sabellicus worships the deviant

Spurious seraph

Sophistry, treachery

Obscene architect of dark artifice

Shivering and dancing in the breeze

The mirrors catch the sun...