(lyrics by Pawel Wasilewski)
To stem the surrent is no vain attempt
The knowledge preserved for us alone
In this world of mud and rust
Decipher what is coded by our hands
Defiled our names
Soiled glory of gods
Dismal new faith
Spawn of deliverence
Oh Wisdom formless and odious
The Sexless parent of disbelief
Restiricting rules they can make
Means nothing to Your Being
Defiled our names
Soiled glory of gods
Dismal new faith
Spawn of deliverence
Restore what has broken
No single word is missed
With fiery tongues speak to us
To souls gashed, souls hardened
Oh Wisdom formless and odious
The Sexless parent of disbelief
Restiricting rules they can make
Means nothing to Your Being
Defiled our names
Soiled glory of gods
Dismal new faith
Spawn of deliverence
This conceit waste
regain we must
on Hermes' touch
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