Conquered gods will always kneel for the dead enlightened one With eyes lowered they will conceive Scriptures in their mind guides them to the fortress of dust Guarded by kings who spew fire and relish in death Here I lay in dust made from their hearts I walk into the light of self-carnage Their forms taking shape in the red mist It begins, blood seeps through the dust The ground breaks open, I fall into the chamber This is where all gods have come to die Engulfed in mucus, I start to dream In the minds of idols born in dying landscapes Here I am, absorb me Here I am, absorb me