Through king of man provoking fear
While god like saints walk apse of white
In ordinance they endeavour to feed us
From their own spirit absent of light
Catacombs lie below his altered altar
Of many gifts he long yearns to bestow
To feel your cheek beneath his lips
Anointed as above so as below
Spreading his sermon on his people
Mouths open to receive sacrament
He senses a presence in the dark
A voice to defy all passions spent
Steps from the veil a holy spectre
To call all those who wander kin
To this Queen we offer succour
Let the love come pouring in
