You are the Ancient One 
The Ancient of Days 
The end and the beginning 
The object of my praise 
You’re the Morning Star 
You’re the Midnight Sun 
I Am that I Am 
You’re the Victory won 
You’re Lord Sabaoth 
Father, Son, mysterious Ghost 
Nefarious Ones tremble in fear 
Of your innumerable host 
You make the moon blood 
Turn the Sun to black 
You have slain thousands 
With a single Spirit 
We are adorers of blood 
The blood spilt from your veins 
The blood we drink in Eucharist 
The blood we bathe our bodies in 
Blood-wrought Salvation 
You’re the Sacrifice of Blood 
The Firstborn of the dead 
Corpse fulfilled with sin 
Word manifest to flesh 
Slayer of serpents 
Impending death of death 
Castrator of sin 
The bitter wine of Wrath 
We are the possessed 
Possession Aeternus 
Your blood flows in our veins 
We are The Victorious 
Others charge You with murder 
Others shake their fists at You 
Others don’t realize 
Your blood covers them too 
Blood-wrought Salvation 
We are adorers of blood 
The blood spilt from your veins 
The blood we drink in Eucharist 
The blood we bathe our bodies in 
Bathe me in Your Blood 
Baptize me in the Fire 
Pour your Spirit on me 
Fill my cup higher and higher and higher and higher and higher!!