Vesture Dipped in the Blood of Morning

Heart replaced with stone and a necklace of scars
 I plunge this equation into mine veins
 Mine voice so far from mine voice
 Mine hand so far from mine own hand
 Voices from the angel on mine left thumb
 Whisper terrible words and perversities
 From a long flagellated vessel
 Oh more, much much more is found of us
 From the pandemonium
 Begins the nativity of sin and death
 Becoming most vain serpent
 Everlasting perverse calculus
 Heart replaced with stone
 And a necklace of scars
 From a long flagellated vessel
 Now mine voice, mine hand, and mine heart
 Herald the glorious becoming
 The most vile of secrets
 All of this troth
 Given to mortification
 Face down and obedient
 Truths illuminated, no longer obscured
 Full in emptiness complete
 In wonder of malignant spirit
 Impious yet desiderative
 Plunge this equation into thy vein
 Regurgitating on the crown of Sabbath