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