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, Mountains to water, oceans to stone. 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.