Enter now my palace of sacrificial guilt
On the axis of
Christendom religion of pity god of the sick
We have discovered
The death throes of your final benediction echoes
Down the spiral
[Instrumental]
You have now entered from the womb
In my reconstruction from
In the century where man dies
We the huntress of the
In a circle of stars
In the afterglow of the last
For everything around me which I experience is cold and