At the meeting place of Four When the Cross is marked and the mired is calm In solitude I place myself sacred ground To attain freedom from what I am bound In trance I invoke myself And thus I cast this spell Drowned, choked, buried and burned I cut my own thread, I am Atropos I witness my Death and its Mystery perform To dissolve my own essence and of Quintessence reborn I am the Idol, I am the Iconoclasm I pass through eternity in one single instant Mysterium Fidei Mortem tuam annuntiamus, domine Et meam insarrectio confitemur, Donec veniam. At the meeting place of the Four When the Cross is marked and Belief is strong In solitude I place the Icon on sacred ground To set my Faith free from unwanted bounds I evoke the True God and kill the false Idols From temples and heavens flaw rivers of Ichor Their blood is now mine and to me it is Gold In slaying the Idols I set free from doubt I slay you, oh Idol, I am the Iconoclasm I reclaim thine true essence and union in holocaust I slay you, oh Idol, I am thine Iconoclast I return you to fire and my Mind is now quiet I am the Iconoclasm! I am the Iconoclast! I am the Iconoclasm! I am thine Iconoclast!