Act V: The Magic Temple
Opera IX
Act V: The Magic Temple
I put my blood in the hands of Shaytan
The strength that lies in the essence of the gods
Who created the cycle and the earth
Bless all-powerful this place
So that it may be pure and able to contain you
Rise up, powerful fumes, and purify my temple
Let the blood flow slowly to nourish the heart of the circle
And now swear!