"Everything you are Became because of me Seed spray spewed in menstrual catacombs To curse this pane With your becoming"
I KNEW NOTHING VESTIGES OF NOTHING REMAIN I CANNOT SEPARATE FROM THAT WHICH BECAME YET I WAS...UNBORN
"My rod and staff procreated thee Your undoing was done my by doing Succulent flesh of the porous mother Place of your doom in her hole Cervical chambers awash in sperm Effulgent semen procreated your doom"
WHEN I WAS BORN I KNEW I WAS WRONG HOW THE CYCLES SEEMED OUT THE CONTRADICTIONS OF CONTRITION CONSUMATE SPELLBOUND SYNAPSES
"We attempt to erase void Strains on thought negated by thinking But still you seem to recall That which did not be Doomed to see beyond the veil Which coddles flesh so tenuously We blind you padding senses endlessly But still you penetrate"
I WILL REACH THE DARKNESS BEYOND THE CYCLES OF THIS REALM YOUR ATTEMPTS TO BIND ME FUTILE AS I SMELL DEATH AND RECALLTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
