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Soaked in the lukewarm water, my body is sodden with comfort

Satisfied as the self-idolater, all others are seen with contempt

Delusion in the sheltered womb

Illusion in the submerged tomb

Suckling the sense of disaster, my belly is bloating with heat

Staying away from the painful splinter, all agony is throughly locked out

Delusion in the sheltered womb

Illusion in the submerged tomb

Surrounded by the crack of halter, my ears are filled with fright

Sneering at the surge of jitter, all hatred is poured into my goblet

Summoning the cursed specter, my soul is trembling in the feast

Sensing the stealing up winter, all membranes seclude my fort

(Lead: Bouks / Lead: Medeiros)

Soaked in the lukewarm water, my body is sodden with comfort

Satisfied as the self-idolater, all others are seen with contempt

Delusion in the sheltered womb

Illusion in the submerged tomb