from the seven hundred seventy and seven whores we were born here, within the realm of the blind with your knees sticked to the soil rain washed our shoulders we used to eat worms and dirt confused, crippled, inhuman we are the children of the never-life from poisoned seed of impotant gods the legion of angels with faces of dogs
now i awake my inner might rooted down in my divine will
now i can see the road to the throne i pull the strings, my kingdom is infinite blind headless gods cowardly hide blind armless gods cowardly hide blind soulless gods cowardly hide