Lyrics:
Akercocke Words That Go Unspoken Deeds That Go Undone

words I give you my mind That you may think in me..." But it is not the face of Leviathan Staring back from the mirror Elusive serpent with eyes of the dawn Is it not Luciferi that

It is folly to accept These deeds unchanging When it?s your turn to reflect You?ll too late realize A moment when reason Has gone astray Suspended by threads That

Exact, total circle Without defect Perennial cycle As Solomon?s temple Percipient plane Panacea to proportion Suck on the breast of an Angel Kiss perfect

Venerate her under many names As a pagan mystic rose Perfect prostitute priestess Face dripping with the semen of many Initiatrix to the great work,

and vanity Nurturing conceit and pride Hollow inside but dreaming I curse this World That it should keep turning I curse this God Who decrees that I