Sigh

I need the power
the principle of all things, that rules us all the time
the hidden power my lust evokes, known in ancient rhyme.
turning sexual energy into the power to kill
ritual pleasure sets it free and fullfills my will.
at the burial site on a moon-shrouded night
searching for a skull to complete my altar
the skull of the wise or of the high priests
the skull of a king to awake the inner beast
who is calling my name? I pray for power!
unholy sexuality brings me to a realm you'll never see
feel my wrath rise and it will set my lust free
shingontachikawa, the ancient cult - the dark belief, I hold you high.