作词 : Wiasilewski, Wiwczarak Foetus god descends in silencea bastard deity for us to believeblasphemy of gen collagein backward sombre involution Foetus god abortion of the Diinelatent rape of wet, lewd wombman-made myth to blunt in mindthe vilest offence of five senses Undone miracles never to comeinvalid rise of slave thoughtthe only light its dawn can shedis from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed Thine is not the Kingdomno trace of strength I seeno Mercy to expecta seed of claws upon your lips As pure wit turns into effusionswe, snakes of Truth, ex and devourgods manifested in twisted imagesastrally hunted in shadow and soul Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat I bet you listen to this psalm of me Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat I bet you listen to this psalm of melittle by little, one by onethe thorns become the real crown Thine is not the Kingdomno trace of strength I seeno Mercy to expecta seed of claws upon your lips
作词 : Wiasilewski, Wiwczarak Foetus god descends in silencea bastard deity for us to believeblasphemy of gen collagein backward sombre involution Foetus god abortion of the Diinelatent rape of wet, lewd wombman-made myth to blunt in mindthe vilest offence of five senses Undone miracles never to comeinvalid rise of slave thoughtthe only light its dawn can shedis from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed Thine is not the Kingdomno trace of strength I seeno Mercy to expecta seed of claws upon your lips As pure wit turns into effusionswe, snakes of Truth, ex and devourgods manifested in twisted imagesastrally hunted in shadow and soul Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat I bet you listen to this psalm of me Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat I bet you listen to this psalm of melittle by little, one by onethe thorns become the real crown Thine is not the Kingdomno trace of strength I seeno Mercy to expecta seed of claws upon your lips
