Ornament of Grace - Enthroned

Unto thee, o mighty fatality, do we give thanks for that thy name is near thy

wondrous works declare

When we receive the congregation, as we were judged uprightly

Shadows cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south

The temple of my breath would hear the laments through 39 curses

Our blood sang out with glorious glee as Leviathan trounced waves

Surrounding circles dusted with glow, chromed ice melting in with astral flow

The serpent blesses the Jupiterian core

Andromalius wouldn’t wish for more

An evocation in filled ecstasy

As one arm, we locked them with humility

«Hail Leviathan, Lord and Master of Water

We thank thee for being present at our ritual

We bid you, go in peace»

An ornament of grace

The temple of my breath hears the laments of 40 curses

Let’s step to new Circle…