The Waters of Man Lyrics

The waters have come up to my neck
Abysmal vortex on all corners
No foothold to be found
As the floods engulf me

Hiding the face of your servant
The pit is closing its mouth over me
Into the storming womb I return
Declaring your splendor eternally

I am the keeper of the volume
I am the keeper of the book of things
Which are not and of things
Which shall be

Satan
The star at the world’s end
The burning beacon above heavens
Satan
The waters of man
That which comes forth
From your mouth
Will be ordained
He is exceeding the mighty
And most terrible in his name
Satan

Hiding the face of your servant
The pit is closing its mouth over me
Into the storming womb I return
Declaring your splendor eternally

Let your hand rest on this man
At your left hand the son of your beast

Hiding the face of your servant
The pit is closing its mouth over me
Into the storming womb I return
Declaring your splendor eternally

The waters have come up to my neck
Abysmal vortex on all corners
No foothold to be found
As the floods engulf me