You good lord above – these gnostic words I say to thee, if I somehow might be wrong You're a failure as sure as i fail to be thy depiction As if there actually would be something hearing all words, I ramble these words though I know it will not pay off anyhow, just like prayers are the misleads greatest curse By the Devil's dozen – existence must be cursed By the Devil's dozen – I hope evolution goes reversed I know that I to some extent can see what's above Daath but it repulses me, and I doubt that I know at all what's the point of it all as Kether wishes to hide behind that which shunes the light of illumination Illumination... When I in questions in drunken haze blur, and I fail to understand thine magick, O sir I know that if there would be a devil as believed – I surely would sell my soul without regret But onfortunately every lie must die as I awake the true I So you of good, and you of evil – You're but the symbols of how we fail That there would be any kind of god must be the greatest ever told lie... For the only god am I