Born from a union of slanders. I disintegrate. An execration of life, I yell at the earth and the heavens. Silly and stupid race, this fawn and disgusting beast is doomed. Such a vermin should not have been born. Heryah did not close the doors of the innumerable wombs of fecundity. Why am I not dead in Sheol's ossuary? Like an aborted and forgotten fetus, they hide under the material surface of the sun. An irrevocable whirlwind threatens the foundations of the earth. The delicate overabundant belly crushes the mephitic offspring of Rh'th. A dead star is rising on the horizon, a sulfur storm is approaching.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
