IV A: Perseus Pristine by Potmos Hetoimos Lyrics

[C]
Fear not the gorgon's lair!
Riding righteous wings into the torrent
Desire abhorrent be your enemy
Cloaked in mystery beyond her sight
Take up arms and fight unto the end of the world
Blessed blade of holy virtue
She can’t hurt you if you look aside
Shield repelling her obscenity
Putting enmity between the scion and the snake

[R]
Let the bruised heel crush her head!
Tear out her forked tongue
Liberate the horse and boar
A crumbling empire, the ruins of ruinous lies
Drink deep this holy anger
Call down consuming fire
Summon this armageddon for your anathema

[W]
Hope is not lost, not while she still draws breath
She is still beauty
Hand to the sky, I pray revival over her…
Restoration for her
Burn away our false perceptions
Cauterize our ravenous eyes
Let her live again
She is still beautiful