Devoid of life
The derivation
Of modern humans

A milignant cancer
I am the lord of silence
My body shrouds the night blue sky

Who makes the gods and death
I adore thee
I am the ending of the words

Tremble before me
Death is the seed from which I grow
Remove my flesh

I adore thee
Reveal my soul
I adore thee

Darkness inside death
Never to be heard
Arms and legs frozen

Safe in heaven dead
Death is the seed from which I grow
Who makes the gods and death

I adore thee
I am the ending of the words
Tremble before me

Safe in heaven dead