Cocoons of the supreme lifeforce Rooted to the hill The temple of cancer Leeches and saviours Glints of perpetrators Wading in shallow graves A funeral of compression formula d**h's face is gleaming At the strangling of the senses And unyielding to those Who are trembling at the yawn of the tyrant
From the trickles of lice to God's lair Its dimension formless Lifts his beaten head Ending this paranoia fever The dark in your fears The seething hate Empty wounds Murmurs and mutterings The resurrection prophecy The pride of dogma In a sunken hell Cocoons of human suffering