Aaron

Bulgarian king, of youth and of glory    
honourable offering to Mother Earth      
"I will give life's breath to Aaron's sorry!"      
Today in the river was my birth      
      
Born an young adult,      
of pureblood flesh so divine      
a Templar of the legacy occult      
Azrael's brotherhood entwined      
     
a Chant proclaiming the Law:      
"Nihil verum est licet ominia!"      
A virgin aspired him breath, now      
and eternal shall echo the ectenia      
     
of the Hooded Mercy of Death      
and the crown with Gems pure of Will      
Holy, Abundant, so it lets      
only cosmical wisdom to be instilled.      
     
His brother, Empire, owns the Cathedral local      
and gargoyles become the Mortal Sins      
they emanate Owned alchemical vocals      
and upheave themselves with etheric wings.      
     
Bulgaria, Aaron's kingdom of Medieval,      
his crown is soaring like a pillar in the sky      
tulip petals are surrounding it and evil      
cannot enter, and the waterfalls the swirl apply.      
     
The swirl Eternal of the Heavens,      
the perfect solution of primordial creation      
And here like an omen the ravens      
sing inverting backwards each damnation;      
     
The apple of Eden was reclaimed;      
in the corridor eleventh purgatory-born,      
And let there be Sorrow from My Pain!      
The knight's oath has sincerely been sworn.      
     
So herein comes the Oath quenched Almighty      
~ Egli sta qui con corona di argento ~      
The Will of my Heart is Righteous inside me.      
"Por siempre, respirar Adentro!"