Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Arachnon, Lord of the Lies lyrics

Secreting in secret in slits in the stone a fat spider abides, Yellow and evil and godawful stripes down his sides, A species the desert derives. To that rising thing Each sunrise we bring In our hands the gift offerings: A chip of emerald, a babe of the flies, A scarab beetle bristling and hissing black things; A mottled blooddrop, a godly Burnabee bug. And with a whole sacrifice fettered in webs till it dies Together we behold a final convulsion in fire. A beloved pet He is: our Rabbi and our Teacher, Our heart's desire. A tangled web He weaves between us of twisted love and abomination. And with our belongings already we've brought the next creature, The long, unwinding, writhing, reptile: spider-eater.