First Death (Every Man Is A Moth To The Flame) - Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio

Can we crucify our senses and compel ourselves to bleed

Let us consummate our yearnings

And advance beyond our needs

Can we master our obsessions

And commemorate the flesh

Let us yield to revelations

And conceive what they confess

Can we vindicate our vices

And regress to being chaste

Let's ascend into perfection with the hunger of the great

Every man

Every man is a star that will burn

That will sear like a moth to the flame

Just like kingdoms are born to descend

We will end

Can we see the imperfections

And accept what we've become

Let us overcome confusion

We advance beyond the sun

Can we glorify the inside

And receive the ugly core

Let us yearn the imperfections

Till repulsion is no more

Can we comprehend the symbols

That reside within the soul

Let's proceed towards completion

And surrender our control

Every man every man is a star that will burn

That will sear like a moth to the flame

Just like kingdoms are born to descend

We will end

Can we realize the symbols

That are carved into our flesh

Let us justify our actions

And concede what we detest

Can we overlook the defects

Till repulsion is no more

Let us savor all illusions

And become ourselves once more

Can we fortify our longings

And prepare ourselves to die

Our life is our belonging

Let us use it like a knife

Every man

Every man is a star that will burn

That will sear like a moth to the flame

Just like kingdoms are born to descend

We will end

Every man every man is a star that will burn

That will sear like a moth to the flame

Just like kingdoms are born to descend

We will end