And haunt my severed county with your dripping secret games
Made known to me the grainy stains, the crimson lotus
Swoop from broken lungs
Father, you are the dead god in me
(Aey)
The palette stained with the ejaculated passions
The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms
Father, you are the dead god in me
Of the black ash inheritance, the semen feed of Gods and masters
You picked the unripe lilies, deflored and peeled the bleeding petals
Strike from omnipotence, they all seer all deemer
To slit the grinning wounds from childhood's seven moons
To block the transmission to put an end to the nomad years