Morgion - Canticle (extended version) dalszöveg

I walk among this pantheon to gather up the stars. 
Blessing the waxing moon, and swallowing up the sun. 
For I foretell the coming God, ascending Heaven, descending Hell. 
For I will be a gracious king, and the eve shall be my bounty. 
So it is written, so it shall be done. 
The falling of father, the falling of sun.