Prison of duality   Haunts the esoteric   In the Father's womb is he   Father am I ready      Penitence and loyalty   Rot beneath the surface   Hatred dipped in cruelty   Fertilise within he      Who forsakes the growth of seed   He who mocks his outcome   Who rejects the history   He who loathes the future   He who has no future      There is no relief in life      Bite the lips that beg and plead   Tie the tongues together   Put your faith in me my sweet   I can blood the river      There is no relief in life      Worldly divine      There's the man that raped the seed   Virtue was his name   Boiled by the rooted need   His decay attained slow      Who forsakes the growth of seed   He who mocks his outcome   Who rejects the history   He who has no future      There is no relief in life