hail to those that walk my lonely path bearing the mark of the chosen one they are the cross they are the travellers of the plains common ground of all directions they lead to me i lead to them never lie to me the father of lies never deny your deeper desires to all those true to me their instinct and mind i grant the virtues of the beast the virtues of the beast the virtues of the beast forged in fire iron wills of warlocks and witches nourish me with their love they heal my broken wings making me strong lifting me up above the dream blessed are the restless minds the angel tribes for they shall inherit the earth blessed are the morning stars for they shall burn the heavens with their luciferian light the virtues of the beast the virtues of the beast never lie to me the father of lies never deny your deeper desires to all those true to me their instinct and mind i grant the virtues of the beast  the virtues of the beast the virtues of the beast