I give you my hands to your work I give you my eyes to see as you do I give you my tongue To speak your words I give you my mind That you may think in me... But it is not the face of Leviathan Staring back from the mirror Elusive serpent with eyes of the dawn Is it not Luciferi that kisses The tips of her fingers Shining one among stones of fire It is not the whisper from Belial I shall exercise my right to be hateful Cleanse the tired mind Protect this fragile mind For it falls upon me To break the seventh seal To break the seventh seal I give you my hands To do your work I give you my mind That you may think in me...
give, seventh, seal, mind, luciferi