Versvs Christvs

He, who is from another light He is the bellow ov a shooting star He who impels frenzied storms to cease Behold Qasidah for our lord Iblis I’ve sworn to be a channeler ov thy rays I have succumbed like a moth to the flame For my legions demur to submit I am thy devotee, o lord in the abysmal pit Sever the tongue ov Cicero Gauge out Copernicus’ eyes Stone Shakespeare for the heresy ov his scrawl Undo the surge, mar the tide Wingless, with feet upon the horizon Let’s rise at morn, herald the Sun Render unto Caesar, the things that are Caesar’s Deliver man all spoils ov the divine Glorificamvs te, Versvs Christvs Tibi deo satanae Confuse we shall living tongues Devitalize the populist mandates O demagogues ov miserable worth Not seed will bloom upon mother Earth No grain will blossom in the daylight The sun shall perish, turning cold And when the desert typhoon smother final gospel Rise up, thou wicked, and blow the doomsday horn Wingless, with feet upon the horizon Let’s rise at morning to herald the Sun Gebt dem Kaiser, was des Kaisers ist Deliver man all spoils ov the divine Magnificamvs te, Versvs Christvs Regnamvs tibi lvcem ferre Tibi deo avrorae He, once banished, forever shall return He, once fallen shall rise again And at the hour ov our death The infinite he shall remain