Behind this veil of lies, among this squalor

Amid tears, I cry out, I know the truth

From my ghastly haven I watch the nightly sky

The crescent's eerie moonlight cloaks my livid face

Look at these chantries

With immense harness of ones fear

They obfuscate the truth

They think our eccentricity is detrimental

This decadent system disdains us as pariahs

Now we want to bestow our arcane knowledge

Now listen to these words and revel in pride

We've got to draw in

Those protean truths, they are all lies

This age-old knowledge will free us:

Out of this world we all came – Not from heavens

We belong to the ground – From dust to dust art we

All the nature is our mire – She shall not deceive

We are the existence – And the existence is us

Out of this world we all came – Not from heavens

We belong to the ground – From dust to dust art we

All the nature is our mire – She shall not deceive

We are the existence – And the existence is us