The whispers of shaitan

Starve the seed to make it bleed 

To make it pure the soul must yearn

To walk in light to kill the dark

To dwell at peace in noahs ark

Upon the waters of flowing time

Rests the vessel of earth divine

For upon his boat of shinning Grace

Smiles the embrace of his angelic face

A chorus of song may be heard 

At the hour of deaths return

And burning bright upon the cross

A sacred heart of cosmic love

I see you I'm in you this most sacred sign

Dreaming threw life as upon a feathers whisper

He rises this morning star and thee knows not the language of his prayer

Flesh of night baptised in fire a glowing bright shinning ember 

Can't thee see themes eternal flame

Blameless spotless pure as the rain of springs return

A shinning field where there does dwell

Saved from grace remember in hell