Day after day prolapses
From cosmic haze
And blindness veils my
Inspirational emptiness
System of life changes drastically
Own sense
When i hang around among shapes
And lines of pre-human soul
I am not born to be a filling
Of genetic prophecy
Am i demodeus of astral being
Or a joke of human clone derivate?
Demodeus - i am derision
Of universe, it's so easy
Demodeus - i am nasty joke
Of master of gloomagic
Demodeus - i am an innuendo
Of senile creator
Demodeus - please,
Be my spectral guide
Demodeus - be like shredded threads
Of reality, you can't ever tie
Demodeus - be errorneous element
Of celestial mechanics
Demodeus - be a beginning
And ending of integrity
Regeneration
Demodeus - i am, oh god, who am i?
Ethereal currents lave metaphysical
Sands of peace
Where rest preverted equations
Of life's run quietly
Only darkness is a filling
Of my eschatological vision
Which in dumb dust
Of mortal body dreams
Of silently, stormy ascention
To inverse inter-world
Where all dimensions of confusion
Won't be terrestial dimension
Demodeus - i am human clone of
Interstellar foolishness extract
Demodeus - i am interstellar clone
Of human foolishness extract
Demodeus - i am, oh god, who am i?
Demodeus - pray for me...