Round the walls, shelves of books
As silent as the monks
Standing upright in their stalls
Witness words that seek to share;
I hear worms crawling from everywhere
Monastery vaults, please let me dare
Call you, Unborn
Call you, Unborn
Bring me closer to your throne
Call you, Unborn
I consecrate your black throne
In the name of silence, take a book,
Well-worn, from off the shelf;
Meet it in the silence of room,
Read it and think twice
Read it and think twice
Read it and think twice
My lip lines is science of sacrifice
My hip lines is science of sacrifice
My lip lines is science of sacrifice
Blood sacrifice
Call you, Unborn
Call you, Unborn
Bring me closer to your throne
Call you, Unborn
I consecrate your black throne
