[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Pawel Wasilewski]
I tasted the fever of Your existence
Seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I stay away
Transmuting my quicksilver blood
KIA - that I may see
ZOS - that I may touch
Insipid are the describing words
The self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no supplications
My rite is to live and do
Things naked, pure, of honest l***
The throbbing vortex feeds on it all
Sleep is the best of possible prayers
The winged eyes are blessed to see
Downtrodden deception of every torment
Transpierced h****s my l*** adores
Many images yet one raw flesh
Animal steps I love to tread
An ideal point where Time is s***e
Memory giant sores this journey must heal
Lady of Mourning and her monsters
Lay down the scythes for here I come
Joyful and priapic my baby soul
A new-born one, ten million years old
I tasted the fever of Your existence
Seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I stay away
Transmuting my quicksilver blood
KIA - that I may see
ZOS - that I may touch
Insipid are the describing words
The self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no supplications
My rite is to live and do
Things naked, pure, of honest l***
The throbbing vortex feeds on it all
Sleep is the best of possible prayers
The winged eyes are blessed to see
Downtrodden deception of every torment
Transpierced h****s my l*** adores
Many images yet one raw flesh
Animal steps I love to tread
An ideal point where Time is s***e
Memory giant sores this journey must heal
Lady of Mourning and her monsters
Lay down the scythes for here I come
Joyful and priapic my baby soul
A new-born one, ten million years old