作词 : Wasilewski, Wiwczarak
Withdrawal of every lightand its sure advancementthoughts stop to drone in deepest heightsam 
I being spoken to?
Neglected 
Virgin Whore 
Wisdomof women, scents and the 
True Prayermaster the ugliest mystery and thenbody to body, lust to lust
Deus absconditus
Saviour Self-
Shiningall souls are femalewhen his spear points down
Warfare roll striking my headmega 
Gnosis, hyper scale falldark noise sudden entrywho called this the 
Work of Beauty?
Transversed soul hierarchyvipers of 
Reasons tamed and trainedyet prone to bite, eager to spitupon the fake reflected ray
Deus absconditus
Saviour Self-
Shiningall souls are femalewhen his spear points down