From the void where dead stars congeal... I stir the dust on the sigil wheel... No flesh to burn,no breath to sigh... A whisper from where the forgotten lie... The brass grows warm...the vessel poured... I answer now...to none... but Lord. By the forty-first name, of power untold... Whose crown is of brass,and whose heart is of gold... I unseal the gate...with a tremulous breath... And call forth the minister...of pain... and death... [Organ interlude] O, Bael! First King of the inverted tree! Grant these dead eyes the dread majesty! To see the worlds that writhe between the seams! And drown their prayers in my silent screams! One...two... three... The waltz begins...for them... and me...
