Sanguinem

Oh, our poor nobility of blood
Sprung from the first, ye banished one of endless thirst

I give shapeshift-blood from naught
Carnate, incarnate, be it memory or thought

Semjâzâ, sêmiâzâz, shemyaza

Draconis maximus dracon maxim, mighty bringer of awe
I supplicate my soul and close my eyes
Thou art my lust
Take my breath, my sense of touch, for I am forever yours

For I walk
Thus I am
Though I become
Yet I arise

A soldier of heaven with fiery shine
For thou art a living luminaire
In the inverted eyes of mine

Semjâzâ, sêmiâzâz, shemyaza
Semjâzâ, sêmiâzâz, shemyaza!

Draconis maximus dracon maxim, mighty bringer of awe
I supplicate my soul and close my eyes
Thou art my lust
Take my breath, my sense of touch, for I am forever yours
Draconis maximus dracon maxim, mighty bringer of awe
I supplicate my soul and close my eyes
Thou art my lust
Take my breath, my sense of touch, for I am forever yours