I am becoming you O' god of corpses Of horrendous abominations And of woeful misdeeds I am becoming you O' glorified whore of Bethlehem I am your infertile bosom Your stillborn messiah child I am becoming your Worm-ridden deathbed Where you shall lie For all eternity Until all is reduced to none There you shall lie In the middle of the collapsing cosmos Alone, forgotten in darkness I am becoming your Cathedral of failure Monuments of defeat Your holy church of loss I am the end I am Death