Of Smoke And Mirrors

And in this hour let our voice rise

That we may call forth the sons of Belial

That apocalypse may be forged of fire

And rain upon the hall of mirrors

To spit with blasphemous conviction

In the face of the Edict of Milan

Rome shall fall to ash, her sanctity burnt in ember

Defiled in rivers of Christian blood

An empire lies in ruin

Xaphan, with scorched palms

Raise thy flame, blacken once more

The pillars of Heaven, that sight may be regained

Lucifer, curse now the trinity, defile the throne of Elohim

That which is his despicable seat of reverence

Open thy clenched Jaws, oh Nahash, serpent wisdom rise

Bathed now in black light of divine tyrants

Pay tribute within the unseen desert

Our gaze turns unto the burning void

And in this hour we purge the smoke

Of Constantine's deception

So clearly in malicious purpose

It is beheld between thy mighty coils

Than no longer are we deceived

Of smoke and mirrors!