Vader

[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Pawel Wasilewski]
I tasted the fever of Your existence
Seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I stay away
Transmuting my quicksilver blood
KIA - that I may see
ZOS - that I may touch
Insipid are the describing words
The self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no supplications
My rite is to live and do
Things naked, pure, of honest lust
The throbbing vortex feeds on it all