Eta Foderus Ac Animus Dei

Upon this earth my spirit mai 
Of scented dust and dirt and clay
Unto creation these choices free
Snatched away by this unholy tree
Perfected plans His great design
Before days of angels, wanderers of time

People and Places strain to hear
Times winged chariots drawing near
Arise arise from this passionate dust
Of glowing embers and burning lust
Made of love and cemented tears
And forgotten the young virgin's fears

Covenented by this burning Ghost
This bleeding lamb and Lord of Host
And which Elect are made redeemed
Through smoldering mountains and melting streams
And cast down from heaven who drains this blood
The end of days declares this love

Dustin Germain January Twenty Third, 
Two Thousand And Two