Lifeless phenomenon
Observe the worm in ulceration
Betraying the corpse of time,
As a martyr to never have awakened...

Oneiric mirrors reflect
Thoughts in obsolescence
Hollow sockets of sight
Bleed annihilation backwards
Aborted in a sea of contortion to beg
Stretched upon the limbs of ulcerated
Cursory as a shadow of befoulment
Gorging on its own shape and form

This is not free will
If there is no death
Perish now in your own worship

As a tenant in the vacuum of daath
Yield in your being of naught

A delusion of creation
Betraying your own existence
Am I a god of doubt…
Or a serpent of void, in the inferno of human frame?
Lifeless phenomenon
Observe the worm in ulceration
Betraying the corpse of time,
As a martyr to never have awakened...

This is not free will
If there is no death
Perish now in your own worship
As a tenant in the vacuum of daath
Yield in your being of naught

Come now and bow before the spectre of your own spite
Edging toward the exile of your existence
Condemn yourself in the fires of your own damnation
As a martyr to never awaken
This is not free will if there is no death
Perish now in your own worship
As a tenant in the vacuum of daath
Yield in your being of naught

Am I a god of doubt…
…Or a serpent of void, laid to waste?
In this inferno of human frame
A delusion of creation
Gorging on its own shape and form
Bleeding annihilation forward
As a martyr,
To never awaken...