In the World of Flesh, I am Thy Spear
As Macabre as Life, our Will it perpetrates
This plane and on it all Thine I detest
For it is merely a form and should be bled to rest
Of Whom I spoke, He devours all
This deadly crust too, for it is but woe
Hearken ye but incline not to me
How conjoined yet infantile all prove to be
Their words, in then, a single voice's scoundrel
In my faith alone, thousand spirits marvel
Cosmic nights and cosmic lights
One breath unites and in Dark confides
Oh joy, I am but a living corpse!
