Foetus god descends in silence 

A bastard deity for us to believe 

Blasphemy of gen collage 

In backward sombre involution 



Foetus god abortion of the diine 

Latent rape of wet, lewd womb 

Man-made myth to blunt in mind 

The vilest offence of five senses 



Undone miracles never to come 

Invalid rise of slave thought 

The only light its dawn can shed 

Is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed 



Thine is not the kingdom 

No trace of strength I see 

No mercy to expect 

A seed of claws upon your lips 



As pure wit turns into effusions 

We, snakes of truth, ex and devour 

Gods manifested in twisted images 

Astrally 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 me 

Little by little, one by one 

The thorns become the real crown 



Thine is not the kingdom 

No trace of strength I see 

No mercy to expect 

A seed of claws upon your lips