A Hymn To The Morning Star

Open your heart to the lord of light
 Open your heart and mind and let him in
 He holds the key to the throne of might
 You are empty, say his name...
 And let him in
 All hail the dawn of a rising star
 All hail the crowned and conquering child
 Morning will come for you at last, no matter how far into night
 You have strayed, say his name...
 Welcome the child
 A new world is crawling
 From the ashes of the old
 Two thousand years of guilt and fear
 And the greatest lie ever told
 Out of the wounded side of the dying god
 Out of the sacred heart of the throttled hen
 The blood is the life, the flowing milk for the infant god
 The throne is empty, the cup is full...
 He approaches and then...
 He steps from the shadow
 And he opens up his eyes
 He spills the blood onto the throne
 And hurls a curse up to the skies
 I am the adversary and must remain the adversary