Supplication, knees of glass,
 Clothed in the fissures of the outskirts of life,
 Soil and shadow, shadow soil
 Left here to feed upon the punishments of God.

 Nameless, I have no name,
 The book of flesh is bleeding for I have no name,
 The steadiness of unsteadiness,
 My lounge is a pillar in the temple of Death,

 Crucifixion, cross of holes,
 And my hands arts a thousand winters,
 Rust and spirit, angel swarm,
 Shovelling sins to build the devil's bridge

 Power, power,
 I swallowed your psalms to gain their power.
 A key-shaped sword and a sword-shaped key,

 Zealous limbs of worship,
 And my song is a tempest of ash
 Brave after brave, countless millennia
 Hopeless manic-death addiction,

 Fall after fall, countless millennia,
 Fathomless, insoluble death saturation.
 Broken eyes, funeral poison,
 A just reward from this garden of fevers
 Decide and I'll stay here never dry,
 For the eight day is but a song to the Lord

 Nameless, I have no name,
 The book of Flesh is bleeding,
 For I have no name,
 The steadiness of unsteadiness,
 My lounge is a pillar
 In the temple of Death.