Lux Occulta

White headed wisemen decipher your scars
Trying to read between the layers
Hold me tight, break my spine
Put me back into Hell of your womb
Let me suck your festering wounds
I'll grow strong on pus and blood
For I am the first and the last
I am the honored one and the scorned one
I am the whore and the holy one
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the members of my mother
The crown and the scepter of living cells
Pitiful regalia
“Love surrounds us all”
Thus spoke her dead majesty