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God-head unclean, monstrous, wicked

While he weeps cold tears over plague

Their flesh falls away

Wandering infinite tombs

Privy to all mysteries

That have ever existed

We seek illumination and a place at your side

Take our vas

As offering to the corpse-god

As blank as the stare in a dead man's eye

The demigod has given rise to the man-bull

Contend (against) they are drawn to such power

Compelled to defend the actions that arose

We seek illumination and a place at your side

Take our vas

As offering to the corpse-god

Deus unclean, monstrous, wicked

While he weeps cold tears over plague

Wandering infinite tombs

Their flesh fall away

Disciples of the divine

Content in dim convents of ignorance

Sermonized hatred of the blind eye

We seek illumination and a place at your side

Take our vas, take our vas

Our offering to the corpse-god

And their flesh falls away