Lux Occulta

It's immoral to have one eye
In the kingdom of the blind
Yet I believe that all in this world
Is the manifestation of God
I grow rusty nails in my wounds
I bathe them with my urine
They will blossom with blood
But they will never fructify
I breed this noble wine
On black soil Ge-Hinnom
What a lovely place to die
Home sweet home
I bake my bitter bread
In this crematory oven
I use human ashes as flour
And so big the dough grows
I know where I belong
And I know where to go