Grant me profane kiss, oh Isis mother of allThy lips like morphine, teasing my slumbering heartRelease me, this cosmos is way too smallCome down on earth, evangelizeRavishing muse abduct my spiritAnd bury my will in spacious beyondThat human thought can never reachAlight upon the earth and consecrate my engines of lifeAnd so I chant that triumph of mightTrampling kingdoms of conscienceI, the archangel of wrath with one word, the unholy swordI overmastered every image of godI come in splendor and golden glorySeeking war trophies and sacred spoilsTo purify this heart of mine, to cast away rotten roodDefile morality of the blind godDefiling morality of black god