Performed by Incarnation

Incarnate our souls,

Reveal life again.
The beauty of this place
Brings us back in sin.
Approach the unknown,
Discover the one,
The gods have set thier eyes
And chosen to be your sons.
Silence spreads it's wings,
Purifies us all.
Sacrilege we rule
Punished by the fall.
Shapes of white surround us,
Winds of the eternal fall now rest
Within our pagan souls.
Into the sadness of infinity
We, the lost souls of heaven march.
Oh, righteous lord!