Ulisa's Wreath Lyrics

Our throats are tuned
The drunken songs commence
Drowned in Devil's wine
Handmaids to His task
Her chamber's near
Six flames at Serpent's spear
Spill not a drop,
Of this beware

Attend Ulisa
Coiled in thorns
Each night She dreams
The dream of man
And weaves Her wreath
From evening's boughs
Lashed to the doorway
Between worlds

Non est potestas Super Terram quae Comparetur ei

Leviathan, wreathed
Twisted in folds
With seven heads
Entangled in creation
In Liber Floridus
Drawn the vehicle
She carries the Child
To stage for His word

And drunk, She dreams
The dream of man
History's dark glory, mocked
Marked for elevation