Void Mother کے بول

My spiral eyes mirror yours when you peer inside the earth A softly spoken grave that grows with a worm of thought You're paralysed! Void mother And the elaborate worship of her Abyss sister Her name, a conscription to the rituals of deep faith Milking a calf of gold And yearning to be believed Void mother! Void mother! My pious hands cover your mouth when you speak with words of doubt A sanctimonious church that sucks you in and spits you out You're paralysed! Void mother And the elaborate worship of her Abyss sister Her name a conscription to the rituals of deep faith Milking a calf of gold And yearning to be believed Void mother! Void mother! And yearning to be believed