Ten horns arise, the seven heads
Upon its crowns and diadems...
Its tail swept down unto the earth
The stars of heaven; a third has turned...

The dragon stands before her cries of life
Bound to devour the child of light
And now the serpent's crown shall be bestowed
Unto the beast, unto its throne...

The ancient serpent, the ancient son
The ancient horror, the ancient one
The ancient mystery of all iniquity
Is now complete within it's silent trinity.