Cocoons
Cocoons of the supreme lifeforce
Rooted to the hill
The temple of cancer
Leeches and saviours

Glints of perpetrators
Wading in shallow graves
A funeral of compression formula

Death's face is gleaming
At the strangling of the senses
And unyielding to those
Who are trembling at the yawn of the tyrant

From the trickles of lice to God's lair
Its dimension formless
Lifts his beaten head
Ending this paranoia fever

The dark in your fears
The seething hate
Empty wounds
Murmurs and mutterings
The resurrection prophecy
The pride of dogma
In a sunken hell
Cocoons of human suffering