As we journey over to the summit   We hear the echoes of dispossession   Who is to worry about our affliction   When my body departs from the shame   The wickedness my sinfullness   You may swell to the elysian fields   But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth   The Utuk xul! Wine's Holy Fool!   Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul   The weeping apparition looks for duration   Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways   Euphony sounds the sanctum bell   I will structure the ordained spell   Guide the mistress versus the throne   Here's the first seed of the inquisition   Black lake current sailed past the rushes   Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow   I'll give my sorrow to the lady in white   'O' pale flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.'   The wanderers of the eroded   The gates of Ganzir!   The Magnum Opus   The Xenolith!   Monuments of a vanquished civilization   A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations   Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld   Archetypal images awaits the declivity   Infinite and profane thrones   Absymal sighs of the damned   Feel the intention by depressing your own god.