The Budding Dawn is war And war requires soldiers Soldiers to bring about The apocalypse of man
Seek the briony root And raise the mandrake legion
Where fetus rests Neath the hanged corpse Vernal equinox await Upon the day of the moon, disinter Confide on a field of human death Within the tombs of men Amongst sepulchral remains Fetus holy place
The Budding Dawn is war And war requires soldiers Soldiers to bring about The apocalypse of man
