Blinded soul, vomit faith
fingers reaching deep
Senses made dogmas
And the Phoenix rises...

None is denial
I am not one of mine
His words unlocked

Backwards, reforming what won't reflect
Assembling puzzles of flesh
Perfect... yet unknown!

Sigils encarved, the burning stench reveals [bad word] None could deny Him!
Carrying the voids of those eyes

None is denial
I am not one of I
My words unlocked

It reveals through the fall
Staring at the abyss, getting further
Through mirrors...
Flesh & [bad word]  in need for substance!

You are denied
You are not one of He
Your words are locked.