The Sacrament of Seven

A ritual in itself.

Feasting upon our unconscious death
We await an ominous delivery
Manifestation of an ancient text
Infinite within its symmetry

Among the Babylonian sand
We dissolve our royal blood
Invoking daughters of the Promised Land
Gelding covens and their cruel drugs

From divine alchemic instructions
We construct the Raven's wings
With cravings of our only absolution
We ascend from our earthly sins

Assembled beyond the true longitude
Our pantheon delivers lost refuge
The pylon for sacred star masters
Salvation for the children of Deluge

Now here among our observance
Deliverance is our consensual fate
From seven orders of the singular convergence
The Sacrament of Seven we create