Letra:
I walk among this pantheon to gather up the stars
Blessing the waxing moon, and swallowing up the sun
For I foretell the coming God, ascending Heaven, descending Hell
For I will be a gracious king, and the eve shall be my bounty
So it is written, so it shall be done
The falling of father, the falling of sun
Blessing the waxing moon, and swallowing up the sun
For I foretell the coming God, ascending Heaven, descending Hell
For I will be a gracious king, and the eve shall be my bounty
So it is written, so it shall be done
The falling of father, the falling of sun



