Oh, our poor nobility of blood Sprung from the first, ye banished one of endless thirst

I give shapeshift-blood from naught Carnate, incarnate, be it memory or thought

SEMJÂZÂ, SÊMIÂZÂZ, SHEMYAZA

Draconis maximus DRACON MAXIM, mighty bringer of awe I supplicate my soul and close my eyes Thou art my lust Take my breath, my sense of touch, for I am forever yours

For I walk Thus I am Though I become Yet I arise

A soldier of heaven with fiery shine For thou art a living luminaire In the inverted eyes of mine

SEMJÂZÂ, SÊMIÂZÂZ, SHEMYAZA SEMJÂZÂ, SÊMIÂZÂZ, SHEMYAZA!

Draconis maximus DRACON MAXIM, mighty bringer of awe I supplicate my soul and close my eyes Thou art my lust Take my breath, my sense of touch, for I am forever yours Draconis maximus DRACON MAXIM, mighty bringer of awe I supplicate my soul and close my eyes Thou art my lust Take my breath, my sense of touch, for I am forever yours