Rotting Christ

I saw the full face of the menstrual hecate
Four and forty virgins make the form of the gate
It is the key inside me, it is the glyph of the vision
To have a god within, under the name of legion
Love of night manifests infinitely eternally
Love of darkness signifies the enlightened life eternally
Into the divine water, deviation fulfilled
Wisdom is clear, all logic is killed
By the ancient way I project my soul
The task was given it is the death of all
My son has offered blood, his mother her tears
Full of joy they mingle, to feed the fear
Behold the moon is crowned, I raise thy sign
For the lord destruction is always blind
By bliss of pain I move the spirit