Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves

Beyond medicine of current day I'm being tortured by this growing inflammation
Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty brow
I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my will I shall embrace it
It drip-dries from it's inverted, bloated head

The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the anomalous thing
Changing in structure, my expression, looks not human, I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an abomination, a form from the most wicked of depths has now been granted my distorted flesh

A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off
Destiny, my sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings

With open eyes I start to feel delight
Agitate no more, no doubts
I can't resist to heed the lights of the looming black

My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied, and with it's red grant me completion

No longer estranged from what I just fled, the pool is inside, for I'm not me and of now conceived again

[Solo: Karlsson]

The wretched man of the cloth, like dust left swinging dead from the wall
I must return to their nest, what I used to fear keeps on calling and I shall them join
The order of chaos awaits in another world
Disintegrate, I'll return mentally
My body of scorn I'll leave here as they seize my soul